At Puritan Grange they would throw all the responsibility of what had been done upon him.

This feeling was mingled with his love for his sister,--with the indignation he would not only feel but show if it should turn out that she had been wronged.

'I will destroy him,--I will destroy him utterly,' he would sometimes say to himself as he thought of it.
And now the godfather question had to be decided, 'No,' he said to his wife, 'I don't care about such things.

I won't do it.

You write and tell her that I have prejudices, or scruples, or whatever you choose to call it.' 'There is to be a little tarradiddle told, and I am to tell it ?' 'I have prejudices and scruples.' 'About the religion of the thing ?' She knew,--as of course, she was bound to know,'-- that he had at any rate a round dozen of god-children somewhere about the country.