At one moment he seemed to be filling up with the gathering impulses of anger; at another he appeared to be humiliated.
"Are you my son ?" he asked.
"Presumably.

An impostor would yield to your demands; he would win your confidence that he might steal your money." "Yes," said the merchant, and he sat in silence.
Henry was the first to speak.

"If you were poor, and with the same intelligence you have now, what would you advise the poor man to do ?" "I should advise him to do as I did when I was poor and as I do now--work.

Now, let me tell you something: Last year your mother and I gave away a great deal of money--we do so every year.

Does that look as if I am grinding the poor?
You have hurt me." "I am sorry.