Nothing on earth would induce me to mix myself up with any party." "And you," the judge went on, "after comparing me in the most flattering manner to the poet Milton, tell me that my life won't be safe in Ballymoy.

I'm inclined to think that the best thing I can do is to go and find out the truth for myself." "If it was simply a question of murder," said Meldon, "I should strongly advise you to go on and see the thing through; but what we have in mind is something infinitely worse.

Isn't it, O'Donoghue ?" "It is," said the doctor; "far worse." "Is it," said the judge, "high treason?
That's the only crime I know which the law regards as more malignant than murder.

The penalties are a little obsolete at present, for nobody has ventured to commit the crime for a great many years; but if you like I'll look the subject up when I go home and let you know." "We're not talking about crime," said Meldon, "but drains.

Doyle's drains." "I beg your pardon," said the judge.