If Ragon went mair to the kirk an' less to the change-house, he wouldna need to differ.

Were not our ain folk cattle-lifting Hieland thieves lang after the days o' the Covenant ?" "Christine, ye'll speak nae wrang o' the Sabays.

It's an ill bird 'files its ain nest." "Weel, weel, John! The gude name o' the Sabays is i' thy hands now.
But to speak from the heart, this thing touches thee nearer than Ragon Torr.

Thou did not bring me out to speak only o' him." "Thou art a wise woman, Christine, an' thou art right.

It touches Margaret Fae, an' when it does that, it touches what is dearer to me than life." "I see it not." "Do not Ragon an' I sail i' Peter Fae's boats?
Do we not eat at his table, an' bide round his house during the whole fishing season?
If I sail no more wi' Ragon, I must quit Peter's employ; for he loves Ragon as he loves no ither lad i' Stromness or Kirkwall.