I have read Dyck Calhoun's story in the stars; and I know what his end will be.

It will be fair, not foul; good, not bad; great, not low.

Tell him that from me, miss," was what he said.
I also will not believe that your fate is an evil one, that the law will grind you between the millstones of guilt and dishonour; but if the law should call you guilty, I still will not believe.

Far away I will think of you, and believe in you, dear, masterful, madman friend.

Yes, you are a madman, for Michael Clones told me--faith, he loves you well!--that you've been living a gay life in Dublin since you came here, and that the man you are accused of killing was in great part the cause of it.
I think I never saw my mother so troubled in spirit as she is at this time.