Excerpt from Paul Prescott's Charge: A Story for Boys Han-nah I again called Squire Newcome, separating the two syllables by a pause of deliberation, and strongly accenting the last syllable, a habit of his with all proper names. Hannah was the Irish servant of all work, who was just then engaged in mixing up bread in the room adjoining, which was the kitchen. Feeling a natural reluctance to appear before her employer with her...