Bob, son of Battle . CHAPTER XXVIII THE DEVIL S BOWL HE sat down. In the great hall there was silence,save for a tiny sound from the gallery like a sobsuppressed. The squire rose hurriedly and left the room. After him, one by one, trailed the tenants. At length, two only remained—MAdam, sitting solitarywith a long array of empty chairs on either hand; and,at the far end of the table, Parson Leggy, stern, upright,motionless. When the last man had left^the room the parson roseand with lips tight-set strode across the silent hall. MAdam, he said rapidly and almost roughly, Ivelistened to what you
Bob, son of Battle . CHAPTER XXVIII THE DEVIL S BOWL HE sat down. In the great hall there was silence,save for a tiny sound from the gallery like a sobsuppressed. The squire rose hurriedly and left the room. After him, one by one, trailed the tenants. At length, two only remained—MAdam, sitting solitarywith a long array of empty chairs on either hand; and,at the far end of the table, Parson Leggy, stern, upright,motionless. When the last man had left^the room the parson roseand with lips tight-set strode across the silent hall. MAdam, he said rapidly and almost roughly, Ivelistened to what youve said, as I think we all have, with asore heart. You hit hard—but I think you were if Ive not done my duty by you as I ought—andI fear I ve not—its now my duty as Gods minister to bethe first to say Im sorry. And it was evident from hisface what an effort the words cost him. *77 278 THE DEVILS BOWL The little man tilted back his chair, and raised his head. It was the old MAdam who looked up. The t
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