“Who gave you that?” replied my father angrily. “Did you bribe someone?” “No,” I told him. “It was a gift, from some people who really want me to be on this trip.” “Fine,” he gruffed.
Rubbing the glass of the long looking-glass and leering sideways at her swinging figure a sound issued from her lips—something that had been gay twenty years before on the stage perhaps, had been hummed and danced to, but now, coming from the toothless, bonneted, care-taking woman, was robbed of meaning […]
Shrubbery and the hand of Christ (detail of plate 12)
It may well be asked, what is a man to believe, when we find ministers and laymen, those who ought to be at once Christians and gentlemen, giving currency to statements so daring and unfounded as those which I am combating; and aiding and abetting each other in attempts to prove a false negative, by feigning ignorance!
