I make my stand on a home--not empty punctilio.' Mr.Fenellan repeated, in a pause, 'Punctilio,' and not emphatically.
'Don't bawl the word,' said Mr.Radnor, at the drum of whose ears it rang and sang.

'Here in the City the woman's harmless; and here,' he struck his breast.

'But she can shoot and hit another through me.

Ah, the witch!--poor wretch! poor soul! Only, she's malignant.

I could swear! But Colney 's right for once in something he says about oaths--"dropping empty buckets," or something.' '"Empty buckets to haul up impotent demons, whom we have to pay as heavily as the ready devil himself,"' Mr.Fenellan supplied the phrase.
'Only, the moment old Colney moralizes, he's what the critics call sententious.