barkheap

Updated: July 10, 2026

This minute I heard a footstep crossing the yard. No, it was not my father's it was firmer, quicker, younger. I sprang from the barkheap. "Phineas!" "John!" What a grasp that was both hands! and how fondly and proudly I looked up in his face the still boyish face. But the figure was quite that of a man now. For a minute we forgot ourselves in our joy, and then he let go my hands, saying hurriedly

Dinah Maria Mulock Craik - John Halifax, Gentleman