The Reverend Mr.Arbroath stood irresolute for a moment, wishing his chief enemy, "Feathery" Joltram, would go.

But Joltram remained where he was, standing erect, and surveying the scene like a heavily caparisoned charger scenting battle.
"Tha's heerd Mizter Dubble's tale afore now, Pazon, hazn't tha ?" he inquired.

"M'appen tha knaw'd the little chap as Christ's man zent to prizon thysen ?" Arbroath lifted his head haughtily.
"A theft is a theft," he said, "whether it is committed by a young person or an old one, and whether it is for a penny or a hundred pounds makes no difference.

Thieves of all classes and all ages should be punished as such.

Those are my opinions." "They were nowt o' the Lord's opinions," said Joltram, "for He told the thief as 'ung beside Him, 'This day shalt thou be with Me in Paradise,' but He didn't say nowt o' the man as got the thief punished!" "You twist the Bible to suit your own ends, Mr.Joltram," retorted Arbroath contemptuously.