Yet it is pretty.

I wish I had it.
"In truth," said he with a smile that had not a trace of wryness, "I have chosen my means ill for this one time, though they say that I choose well.

Well, God rules the world." "By deputy, sir," said I.
"And deputies don't do His will always?
Come, Mr Dale, for this hour you hold the post and fill it well.

Wear this for my sake"; and he handed across to me a dagger with a handle richly wrought and studded with precious stones.
I bowed low; yet I kept my finger on the trigger.
"Man, I give you my word, though not in words," said he, and I, rebuked, set my weapon back in its place.

"Alas, for a sad moment!" he cried.