Now, will you tell me that there was nothing in that man but what the devil put there ?" Frank sat meditating awhile on this strange story, which is moreover a true one; and then looked up with something like tears in his eyes.
"And he did not die ?" "Not he! I saw him die afterwards--shot through the heart, without time even to cry out.

But I have not forgotten what he did for me that night; and I'll tell you what, sir! I do not believe that God has forgotten it either." Frank was silent for a few moments, and then Tom changed the subject.
"I want to know what you can tell me about this Mr.Vavasour." "Hardly anything, I am sorry to say.

I was at his house at tea, two or three times, when I first came; and I had very agreeable evenings, and talks on art and poetry: but I believe I offended him by hinting that he ought to come to church, which he never does, and since then our acquaintance has all but ceased.

I suppose you will say, as usual, that I played my cards badly there also." "Not at all," said Tom, who was disposed to take any one's part against Elsley.

"If a clergyman has not a right to tell a man that, I don't see what right he has of any kind.