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 ‘Not blows, father? He did not proceed to blows?’

‘No, he did not. Though I have borne blows from men in a mad state of intoxication.’

‘No!’

‘A dozen times, my boy. What then? I have saved them from the guilt of murdering their own flesh and blood thereby; and they have lived to thank me, and praise God.’

‘May this young man do the same!’ said Angel fervently, ‘But I fear otherwise, from what you say.’

‘We’ll hope, nevertheless,’ said Mr, Clare. ‘And I continue to pray for him, though on this side of the grave we shall probably never meet again. But, after all, one of those poor words of mine may spring up in his heart as a good seed some day.’

Now, as always, Clare’s father was sanguine as a child; and though the younger could not accept his parent’s narrow dogma he revered his practice and recognized the hero under the pietist. Perhaps he revered his father’s practice even more now than ever, seeing that, in the question of making Tessy his wife, his father had not once