He did not pause for an answer, but continued, quickly, still addressing Moore, who had thrown himself into an old-fashioned chair by the fireside--"Move it, Robert! Get up, my lad! That place is mine. Take the sofa, or three other chairs, if you will, but not this. It belangs to me, and nob'dy else."

Mr. Yorke addressed Moore, who had thrown himself into an old-fashioned chair by the fireside. "Get up, my lad! That place is mine. Take the sofa, if you will."
