'God has used the weak things of the world to confound the strong.

A king dies because a pedlar is troublesome.

What do they call you, man?
You deserve to be remembered.' I told him 'David Crawfurd.' 'Crawfurd,' he repeated, 'you have been the little reef on which a great vessel has foundered.

You stole the collar and cut me off from my people, and then when I was weary the Portuguese killed me.' 'No,' I cried, 'it was not me.

You trusted Henriques, and you got your fingers on his neck too late.