"Mr. Thornton was right," said Margaret. "You are angry against Boucher, Nicholas; or else you would be the first to see, that where the natural punishment would be severe enough for the offence, any farther punishment would be something like revenge."
"My daughter is no great friend of Mr. Thornton's," said Mr. Hale, smiling at Margaret; while she, as red as any carnation, began to work with double diligence, "but I believe what she says is the truth. I like him for it."
"Well, sir, this strike has been a weary bit o' business to me; and yo'll not wonder if I'm a bit put out wi' seeing it fail, just for a few men who would na suffer in silence, and aou'd out, brave and firm."
"You forget!" said Margaret. "I don't know much of Boucher; but the only time I saw him it was not his own sufferings he spoke of, but those of his sick wife--his little children."

'Mr. Thornton was right,' said Margaret. 'You are angry with Boucher, Nicholas; or else you would see that where the natural punishment is severe, any farther punishment would be merely revenge.'
'My daughter is no great friend of Mr. Thornton's,' said Mr. Hale, smiling at Margaret; while she, turning red, began to sew with double diligence, 'but I believe she says the truth. I like him for it.'
'Well, sir, yo'll not wonder if I'm a bit put out wi' seeing the strike fail, just for a few men who would na suffer in silence.'
'You forget!' said Margaret. 'When I saw Boucher it was not his own sufferings he spoke of, but those of his sick wife and little children.'
