The Way of All Flesh
"Do not let us agitate ourselves unduly." [His father said.] "Such a life let us pray God that it may please him to enable us to pray that we may lead."
"His mother would pounce noiselessly on his remarks as a barn-owl pounces upon a mouse, and would bring them up in a pellet six months afterwards when they were no longer in harmony with their surroundings."
"The mangled bones of too many murdered confessions were lying whitening round the skirts of his mother's dress, to allow him by any possibility to trust her further."
"[The headmaster] had fallen upon him in hall like a moral landslip."
