The Pools had given them a “hanging lamp,” coveted by the farmer’s wife; a hideous atrocity in yellow, with pink roses on its shade and prisms dangling and tinkling all around the edge.

An aroma of fraud hung about it, and only a weakminded person would waste time on it.

His heart beat apitpat with every smile she flashed his way.

It is apparent that Joſeph acknowledgeth, that the Lord ſent him into Egypt, yet was this brought to paſſe by the parricidiall hands of his brethren.