I knew there was trouble coming, and I came home and made ready for it.

I guessed I'd fight through it all right on my own, my luck was a proverb in the States about '76.

I never doubted that it would be with me still.
"I was on my guard all that next day, and never went out into the park.
It's as well, or he'd have had the drop on me with that buckshot gun of his before ever I could draw on him.

After the bridge was up--my mind was always more restful when that bridge was up in the evenings--I put the thing clear out of my head.

I never dreamed of his getting into the house and waiting for me.