The winter here is always wearing, sloppy and wet.

I've heard you say so repeatedly." He had not taken his eyes from his face; he knew this was St.George's final stage, and he knew too that he would never again enter the home he loved; but this last he could not tell him outright.

He would rather have cut his right hand off than tell him at all.

Being even the humblest instrument in the exiling of a man like St.George Wilmot Temple was in itself a torture.
"And when do you want me to quit ?" he said calmly.

"I suppose I can evacuate like an officer and a gentleman and carry my side-arms with me--my father's cane, for instance, that I can neither sell nor pawn, and a case of razors which are past sharpening ?" and his smile broadened as the humor of the thing stole over him.
"Well, sir, it ought to be done," continued Pawson in his most serious tone, ignoring the sacrifice--( there was nothing funny in the situation to the attorney)--"well--I should say--right away.