"His signature is put on by his own free will, isn't it ?" "You know perfectly well, Deacon Quickset," said the lawyer, "that fellows like Bittles will sign anything without looking at it, if they can get a little money to put into some new notion.

A man's home should be the most jealously guarded bit of property in the world: I'm not going to deceive any man into losing it." "I didn't suppose," said the deacon, "that getting religious would take away your respect for the law, and make you above the law." "It doesn't: it makes me resolve that the law shan't be used for purposes of the devil." "Do you mean to call me the devil ?" screamed the deacon.
"I'm not calling you anything: I'm speaking of the unrighteous act you want done.

I won't do it for you; and, further, I'll put Bittles on his guard against any one else who may try it." "Mr.Bartram," said the deacon, rising, "I guess I'll have to take all my law-business to somebody else.

Good-morning." "I didn't suppose I should have to suffer for my principles so soon," said the lawyer, as the deacon started; "but when _you_ want to be converted, come see me and you'll learn I bear you no grudge.

Indeed, you'll be obliged to come to me, as you'll learn after you think over all your affairs a little while." The deacon stopped: the two men stood face to face a moment, and then parted in silence..