Charlie will recover from it.
Montague's life is done. You know his love for his wife. Oh, Margaret!
when will men cease to be fools? What does the Lord think of them when
they say, 'Am I my brother's keeper?' And the other poor creatures
burned to death--their lives are as precious in his sight as Mrs.
Montague's."
Mr. Morris looked so weak and ill that Mrs. Morris, like a sensible
woman, questioned him no further, but made a fire and got him some hot
tea.
Then she made him lie down on the sofa, and she sat by him till
day-break, when she persuaded him to go to bed. I followed her about,
and kept touching her dress with my nose. It seemed so good to me to
have this pleasant home after all the misery I had seen that night. Once
she stopped and took my head between her hands, "Dear old Joe," she
said, tearfully, "this a suffering world. It's well there's a better one
beyond it."
In the morning the boys went down town before breakfast and learned all
about the fire. It started in the top story of the hotel, in the room of
some fast young men, who were sitting up late playing cards. They had
smuggled wine into their room and had been drinking till they were
stupid.
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