The bloodstains on the floor had grown dark with time, but the ashes of the sacramental fire were still there to remind me of the drama I had borne a part in.

When I looked at the way I had escaped my brain grew dizzy at the thought of it.

I do not think that all the gold on earth would have driven me a second time to that awful escalade.

As for Arcoll, he could not see its possibility at all.
'Only a madman could have done it,' he said, blinking his eyes at the green linn.

'Indeed, Davie, I think for about four days you were as mad as they make.