But there is one that Mas'r isn't good to." "Why, Tom, what's got into you?
Speak out; what do you mean ?" "Last night, between one and two, I thought so.

I studied upon the matter then.

Mas'r isn't good to _himself_." Tom said this with his back to his master, and his hand on the door-knob.

St.Clare felt his face flush crimson, but he laughed.
"O, that's all, is it ?" he said, gayly.
"All!" said Tom, turning suddenly round and falling on his knees.

"O, my dear young Mas'r; I'm 'fraid it will be _loss of all--all_--body and soul.