Suddenly he said: 'In God's name, Biddy, how did you come to marry that rough brute.' 'IS he a rough brute! It's very rude of you to say so.

But do you know, just for a half minute to-day, I rather thought so myself.

I don't pretend to agree with Colin's methods of treating the Blacks, though I'm told it's the only way to treat them--you know they did commit terrible atrocities up here....

Still to flog a black man, a wild, warlike, human creature, seems to me nearly as bad as shooting him.

Do you know--the first thing I ever heard about Colin was that he had a great many notches on his gun, and that each one meant a wild black-fellow that he had shot dead.' 'And now he flogs tame ones,' Maule observed quietly.