I've got a fact to bring to your knowledge, and a question to ask." Surprise, exaggerated on his face by a pain he had anticipated, made the squire glare hideously.
"Confound it, that's what they say to a prisoner in the box.

Here's a murder committed:--Are you the guilty person?
Fact and question! Well, out with 'em, both together." "A father ain't responsible for the sins of his children," said the farmer.
"Well, that's a fact," the squire emphasized.

"I've always maintained it; but, if you go to your church, farmer--small blame to you if you don't; that fellow who preaches there--I forget his name--stands out for just the other way.

You are responsible, he swears.

Pay your son's debts, and don't groan over it:--He spent the money, and you're the chief debtor; that's his teaching.