But why suppose anything so monstrous; men do not ill-treat children.

It is only women, who adore them, that kill them and ill-use them accordingly.

She will be my little benefactress, God bless her! I may love her more than I ought, being yours, for my home is desolate without her; but that is the only fault you shall ever find with me.
There is my hand on it." Hope at the last was taken off his guard, and took the proffered hand.
That is a binding action, and somehow he could no longer go back.
Then Bartley told him he should live in the house at first, to break the parting.

"And from this hour," said he, "you are no clerk nor manager, but my associate in business, and on your own terms." "Thank you," said Hope, with a sigh.
"Now lose no time; get her into the house at once while the clerks are away, and meantime I must deal with the nurse, and overcome the many difficulties.

Stay, here is a five-pound note.