"But you cannot put yourself in my place, cannot know what I have suffered, cannot comprehend the sense of wrong and cruel rejection that has filled my soul with the very gall of bitterness.

To be cast out utterly, suddenly and without warning from heaven into hell, and for no evil thought or act! Ah, sir! you do not understand." "It was a frightful ordeal, George," answered Mr.Dinneford, laying his hand on Granger with the tenderness of a father.

"But, thank God! it is over.

You have stood the terrible heat, and now, coming out of the furnace, I shall see to it that not even the smell of fire remain upon your garments." Still the young man could not be moved from his purpose to remain at the asylum until he had seen and conferred with his friends, in whose hands Mr.Dinneford placed the governor's pardon and the affidavit of Lloyd Freeling setting forth his innocence.
Mrs.Bray did not call on Mr.Dinneford, as she had promised.

She had quarreled with Pinky Swett, as the reader will remember, and in a fit of blind anger thrust her from the room.