"Alive, and comin' home! Be here next week! Keep the door shut, boy, till I pull myself together.

Oh, my God, Tod, think of it! I haven't had a day's peace since I druv him out nigh on to twenty year ago.

He hurt me here"-- and he pointed to his breast--"where I couldn't forgive him.

But it's all over now.

He's come to himself like a man, and he's square and honest, and he's goin' to stay home till everything is straightened out.