I do believe Jemima's right, and the world's coming to an end! But Leonard Fairfield in the stocks! What will the parson say?
and after such a sermon! 'Rich man, respect the poor!' And the good widow too; and poor Mark, who almost died in my arms! Stirn, you have a heart of stone! You confounded, lawless, merciless miscreant, who the deuce gave you the right to imprison man or boy in my parish of Hazeldean without trial, sentence, or warrant?
Run and let the boy out before any one sees him: run, or I shall--" The squire elevated the cane, and his eyes shot fire.

Mr.Stirn did not run, but he walked off very fast.

The squire drew back a few paces, and again took his wife's arm.

"Just wait a bit for the parson, while I talk to the congregation.

I want to stop 'em all, if I can, from going into the village; but how ?" Frank heard, and replied readily,--"Give 'em some beer, sir." "Beer! on a Sunday! For shame, Frank!" cried Mrs.Hazeldean.
"Hold your tongue, Harry.