I think yo' might ha' known he would ha' come for any business of his own; and, about York, it's Philip as telled me, and I never asked why.

I never thought on yo'r asking me so many questions.

I thought yo'd be ready to fly on any chance o' seeing your father.' Hester spoke out the sad reproach that ran from her heart to her lips.

To distrust Philip! to linger when she might hasten! 'Oh!' said Sylvia, breaking out into a wild cry, that carried with it more conviction of agony than much weeping could have done.

'I may be rude and hard, and I may ask strange questions, as if I cared for t' answers yo' may gi' me; an', in my heart o' hearts, I care for nought but to have father back wi' us, as love him so dear.