John--who knew, what I myself, as I have said, did not learn for years, concerning my father's former history.
"Sir, you mistake; Phineas has nothing whatever to do with this matter.
He is altogether blameless.

So am I too, if you heard all." "Tell me all; honour is bold--shame only is silent." "I feel no shame--an honest love is no disgrace to any man.

And my confessing it harms no one.

She neither knows of it nor returns it." As he said this, slowly, gravely, John moved a step back and sat down.
His face was in shadow; but the fire shone on his hands, tightly locked together, motionless as stone.
My father was deeply moved.

Heaven knows what ghosts of former days came and knocked at the old man's heart.