"Had it been a man, or half a man, or anybody besides that contemptible puppy, it would not seem so bad; but to forsake me for him!" Richard said, while the great ridges deepened in his forehead, and a hard, black look crept into his eyes, and about the corners of his mouth.

He was terrible in his anger, which grew upon him until even his mother stood appalled at the fearful expression of his face.
"He would do nothing to call her back," he said, when James suggested the propriety of trying in a quiet way to ascertain where she had gone.
"She had chosen her own path to ruin, and she might tread it for all of him.

He would not put forth a hand to save her and if she came back, he never could forgive her." Richard was walking up and down the room, white with rage, as he said this, and Andy, cowering in a corner, was looking on and listening.

He did not speak until Richard declared his incapacity for forgiving Ethie, when he started up, and confronting the angry man, said to him rebukingly: "Hold there, old Dick! You have gone a leetle too far.

If God can forgive you and me all them things we've done, which he knows about, and other folks don't, you can, or or'to forgive sister Ethie, let her sin be what it may.