"The rites of religion from you--the rights of perdition as soon, you hypocritical scoundrel;" and as he spoke he caught a gush of blood as it issued from his mouth and flung it with all the strength he had left right into the clergyman's face.

"Take that, you villain," he added; "I die in every sense with my blood upon you.

And as for my hunting of priests and Papists, it is the only thing that lies at this moment heavy over my heart.

And as for that wife of mine, I'm sorry she's not in my place.
I know, of course, I'll be damned; but it can't be helped now.

If I go down, as down I will go, won't I have plenty of friends to keep me in countenance.