...yet heard irreverently and thoughtlessly on his lips. It was a sight that would move any one to cry unto the Great Father of the human family. Abel Fletcher...fire the mill next." " Let them." " Let them ? and Phineas is here ! " My poor father ! He rose at once. We got him downstairs, — he was very lame,...

...yet heard irreverently and thoughtlessly on his lips. It was a sight that would move any one to cry unto the Great Father of the human family. Abel Fletcher...fire the mill next. " "Let them." " Let them ? and Phineas is here ! " My poor father ! He rose at once. We got him downstairs, — he was very lame,...

...the bag when it was drawn on shore. Over even that they fought like demons. Abel Fletcher sat on the remaining bags, in an exhaustion that I think was...fire the mill next." "Let them." "Let them? — and Phineas is here!" My poor father! He rose at once. We got him downstairs — he, was very lame —...

...on his remaining bags, in an exhaustion hit I think was not all physical pain. The paroxysm of nger past, he, ever a just man, could not fail to be struck...with what he had done. He seemed subdued, even to some thing like remorse. John looked at him, and looked away. For a minute he listened in silence to...

...the river ran swift, and the wheat had all soon disappeared, except what remained in the bag when it was drawn on shore. Over even that they fought like...the mill next." " Let them." " Let them ? — and Phineas is here ? " My poor father ! He rose at once. We got him down stairs — he was very lame —...

...the bag when it was drawn on shore. Over even that they fought like demons. Abel Fletcher sat on the remaining bags, in an exhaustion that I think was...fire the mill next." "Let them." "Let them ? — and Phineas is here !" My poor father! He rose at once. • We got him downstairs — he was very lame...