"Why, Thornton! is that you?" said he, removing hastily to a closer proximity. He shook Mr. Thornton vehemently by the hand, until the gripe ended in a sudden relaxation, for the hand was wanted to wipe away tears. He had last seen Mr. Thornton in his friend Hale's company.
"I'm going to Milton, bound on a melancholy errand. Going to break to Hale's daughter the news of his sudden death!"
"Death! Mr. Hale dead!"

'Why, Thornton! is that you?' said he, moving to a closer seat. He shook Mr. Thornton vehemently by the hand, until his own hand was needed to wipe away tears. He had last seen Mr. Thornton in his friend's company.
'I'm going to Milton on a melancholy errand. Going to break to Hale's daughter the news of his sudden death!'
'Death! Mr. Hale dead!'
