We may be murderers and never suspect the awfulness of our crime.

To wither with suspicion, to blast with scorn, to dog with cruel hints, to torture with hard looks',--this is to kill without blood.

Did you ever think of it?
There are worse hangmen than ever stood on the gallows." "Ay, but _he's_ shappin' to hang hissel'," muttered Matthew Branthwaite.

And there was some inaudible muttering among the others.
"I know what you mean," Ralph continued.

"That the guilty man whom the law cannot touch is rightly brought under the ban of his fellows.