"Peace, my friends," says Chadband, rising and wiping the oily exudations from his reverend visage. "Peace be with us! My friends, why with us? Because," with his fat smile, "it cannot be against us, because it must be for us; because it is not hardening, because it is softening; because it does not make war like the hawk, but comes home unto us like the dove. Therefore, my friends, peace be with us! My human boy, come forward!"
Stretching forth his flabby paw, Mr. Chadband lays the same on Jo's arm and considers where to station him. Jo, very doubtful of his reverend friend's intentions and not at all clear but that something practical and painful is going to be done to him, mutters, "You let me alone. I never said nothink to you. You let me alone."

"Peace, my friends," says Chadband, rising and wiping the oil from his reverend face. "Peace be with us! My friends, why with us? Because," with his fat smile, "it cannot be against us, because it must be for us; because it does not make war like the hawk, but comes unto us like the dove. Therefore, my friends, peace be with us! My boy, come forward!"
Stretching forth his flabby paw, Mr. Chadband lays it on Jo's arm. Jo, very doubtful of his intentions, mutters, "You let me alone. I never said nothink to you."
