Bargain and sale,--it taints our religion, our brains, our flags,--yours and mine, Knowles, with the rest.

Did you never hear of those abject spirits who entered neither heaven nor hell, who were neither faithful to God nor rebellious, caring only for themselves ?" He paused, fairly out of breath.

Margret looked up.

Knowles was silent.

There was a smothered look of pain on the coarse face; the school-master's words were sinking deeper than he knew.
"No, father," said Margret, hastily ending his quotation, "'io non averei creduto, che [vita] tanta n' avesse disfatta.'" Skilful Margret! The broil must have been turbid in the old man's brain which the grand, slow-stepping music of the Florentine could not calm.