There is no warning against its use." It also occurred to Rivers that there was none against applejack.

"Quite right," he said.

"You make me think of that scamp, Lamb.

McGregor tells me that he is very ill." "A pity he wouldn't die," remarked the young host, who had indiscreetly taken two full tumblers of old hard cider before Rivers had noticed his unaccustomed use of this rather potent drink.
"You should not desire the death of any man, John," said Grace, "least of all the death of a sinner like Lamb." "Really," said John with the dignity of just a trifle too much cider, "my phrase did not admit of your construction." "No," laughed Rivers, seeing it well to intervene, "and yet to say it is a pity may be a kindly wish and leaves it open to charitable interpretation." "He is quite unprepared to die," insisted Grace, with the clerical intonation which Rivers disliked.
"How do you know that ?" asked Rivers.
"I know," said John confidently.

"He told me he was a born thief and loved to lie.