Father, don't look so: you may bate me, but I'm not afraid." "Go home out o'this," he replied--"be off, and carry your cursed madness and nonsense somewhere else." "Father, here I stand--your own child--your only daughter; look me in the face--let your eye look into mine, if you can.

I challenge you to it! Now mark my words--you are goin' to swear a murdher against the head of a poor and distressed family--to swear it--and, father, you know he never murdhered Sullivan!" The Prophet started and became pale, but he did not accept the challenge.
He looked at her, however, after a struggle to recover his composure, and there she stood firm--erect; her beautiful face animated with earnestness, her eyes glowing with singular lustre, yet set, and sparkling in the increasing moisture which a word or thought would turn into tears.
"What do you mane, Sarah ?" said he, affecting coolness; "What do you mane?
I know! Explain yourself." "Father, I will.

There was a bad spirit in your face and in your heart when you said you were sorry; that you repented for consalin' the murdher so long; there was, father, a bad spirit in your heart, but no repentance there!" "An' did you come all the way from home to tell me this ?" "No, father, not to tell you what I have said, but, father, dear, what I am goin' to say; only first answer me.

If he did murdher Sullivan, was it in his own defence?
was it a cool murdher?
a cowardly murdher?
because if it was, Condy Dalton is a bad man.

But still listen: it's now near two-an'-twenty years since the deed was done.