'If we're caught now, whatever we do, great or small, we're safe for years and years in gaol.

Mayn't we as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb?
What odds can it make?
We'll only have bolder work than duffing cattle and faking horse-brands like a lot of miserable crawlers that are not game for anything more sporting.' 'I hear, I hear,' says sister, sitting down and putting her head in her hands.

'Surely the devil has power for a season to possess himself of the souls of men, and do with them what he will.

I know how obstinate you are, Dick.

Pray God you may not have poor Jim's blood to answer for as well as your own before all is done.