As usual, he had not a good word to say for him, while I, on the contrary, thought that at any rate he might be well-meaning.
"All I can say is," said Jack, "it wouldn't take much to make me leave Hawk Street now." "Oh, don't say that!" I cried, miserable at the bare idea.
"Don't be afraid," said he, bitterly.

"A convict's son can't get taken on anywhere, and I shall just have to stay where I am as long as there are the people at home to depend on me." He said this in such a sad tone that my heart bled for him.

Alas! there seemed to be anything but happy days in store for my friend Smith..