He tramped along the hall
‘Ay, no other; and a better-hearted man God A’mighty never made.’ ‘Is he so much hurt?’ ‘I have heard,’ said Mr. Swancourt, not noticing Stephen, ‘that he has a son in London, a very promising young fellow.’ ‘Oh, how he must be hurt!’ repeated Stephen. ‘A beetle couldn’t hurt very little. Well, sir, good-night t’ye; […]

