'I'll go round Garsbheinn,' he said, 'and over by Camasunary.

I'll be at the Kyle long before evening.
I meant anyhow to sleep at Broadford tonight ...

Goodbye, Brand, for I've forgotten your proper name.

You're not a bad fellow, but you've landed me in melodrama for the first time in my sober existence.

I have a grudge against you for mixing up the Coolin with a shilling shocker.
You've spoiled their sanctity.' 'You've the wrong notion of romance,' I said.