The sunlight, shrinking from floor and wall, had left but a single line of gold.

In the half light strange and sombre shapes possessed the room; through the stillness, beneath the sound of the tattoo upon the cask head, the river made itself heard.
"For ten years and more you have been my--master," said the storekeeper.
"It is a word for which I have an invincible distaste.

It is not well--having neither love nor friendship to put in its place--to let hatred die.

When I came first to this slavery, I hated all Campbells, all Whigs, Forster that betrayed us at Preston, and Ewin Mor Mackinnon.

But the years have come and the years have gone, and I am older than I was at twenty-five.