Before a month has elapsed, your mother will be mine.

The Trenchard estates will likewise be mine, for Sir Rowland is no more, and the youth, Thames, will never again see daylight.

Blueskin, who had evaded me with the papers and the money, is a prisoner here, and will perish on the same gallows as yourself.

My vengeance is completely gratified." Without waiting for a reply, but darting a malevolent look at the prisoner, he quitted the cell, the door of which was instantly double-locked and bolted.
"I've not quite done yet," said Jonathan, as he joined the turnkeys.

"I should like to see whether Blueskin is a little more composed.