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Page 91 - But Martin answered the whisper boldly, with words familiar to us all — " Honour thy father." Again seemed the whisper mockingly to rejoin : " If" so, where is the promise ? From childhood upwards you have honoured him well, and yet he it is who is turning you from the land on which your days should have been long.
Page 146 - ... there not one of your rich relations who can help you to College?" "No; except upon conditions which I would not accept. My present object is to earn enough to keep my father. My dear mother is gone to the aunt who adopted her, for a time, and I have no one to think of but my father. We can live on almost nothing in quiet lodgings.
Page 88 - The little flavour of authority thrown into these last words had effect, and Jim vanished. " Oh, Martin ! " began his mother. He turned tenderly towards her, as if every fresh sight of her distress wounded him anew ; he sat down by her, and took her white weak hand caressingly in his. " You will be glad to look back upon it, when it is done, and if not still we must do it, dear mother. I should be very strong if it were not for you, for my father does not mind, do you, sir ?" The cheerful rallying...