Bolton.
"David, are you mad?"
"Not mad, but in most sober sadness," he said. "Life is impossible to me
here, and under my circumstances; and I wish to live a few years longer
for Sophy's sake, and my boy's. New Zealand is the very place for me."
"But you can go away again for a year or two," said his aunt, "and come
back when your health is restored. The bishop will give you permission
readily. You must not give up your living because your health fails."
"The bishop has my resignation, and my reasons for it," answered Mr.
Chantrey, "and ho has accepted it kindly and regretfully, he says; but
he fully approves of it. All there is to be done now is to sell our
household goods, and sail for a new home, in a new world."
"And Sophy?" gasped Mrs. Bolton; "what do you mean to do with her? Where
shall you leave her?"
"She must come with me," he said; "I shall never leave her again. It
will be a new chance for her: and with God's help she may yet conquer.
Even if she cannot, it will be easier for me to bear my burden among
strangers than here, where every one knows all about us.
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