Or else the mere fact of being a landsman was of as little consequence to the press-gang, as the protecting papers which Kinraid had vainly showed.
'Yon fellow wouldn't have been worth his grog this many a day, and be d--d to you,' said he, catching Hepburn by the shoulder, and giving him a push.

Philip stumbled over something in this, his forced run.

He looked down; his foot had caught in Kinraid's hat, which had dropped off in the previous struggle.

In the band that went round the low crown, a ribbon was knotted; a piece of that same ribbon which Philip had chosen out, with such tender hope, to give to Sylvia for the Corneys' party on new year's eve.

He knew every delicate thread that made up the briar-rose pattern; and a spasm of hatred towards Kinraid contracted his heart.