Surely my finger was on the spring! At least I had confounded Darrell; his enemy, taking my help readily enough, glared on him in most unchristian exultation, and then, turning to me, cried in a species of fierce ecstasy, "Think not that because you are unworthy you shall not serve God.

The work sanctifies the instrument, yea, it makes clean that which is foul.
Verily, at His hour, God may work through a woman of sin." And he fixed his eyes intently on me.
I read a special meaning in his words; my thoughts flew readily to the Cock and Pie in Drury Lane.
"Yea, through a woman of sin," he repeated slowly and solemnly; then he faced round, swift as the wind, on Darrell, and, minding my friend's sullen scowl not a whit, cried to him, "Repent, repent, vengeance is near!" and so at last was out of the room before either of us could hinder him, had we wished, or could question him further.

I heard the house-door shut behind him, and I rose, looking at Darrell with an easy smile.
"Madness and moonshine, good friend," said I."Don't let it disturb you.
If Jonah admits the fellow again he shall answer for it." "Indeed, Mr Dale, when I prayed you to share my lodging, I did not foresee the nature of your company." "Fate more than choice makes a man's company," said I."Now it's you, now Phineas, now my lord the Secretary, and now his Grace the Duke.
Indeed, seeing how destiny--or, if you will, chance--rules, a man may well be thought a fool who makes a plan or chooses a companion.

For my own part, I am fate's child and fate shall guide me." He was still stiff and cold with me, but my friendly air and my evident determination to have no quarrel won him to civility if to no warmer demonstration of regard.
"Fate's child ?" he asked with a little scorn, but seating himself and smoothing his brow.

"You're fate's child?
Isn't that an arrogant speech, Simon ?" "If it weren't true, most arrogant," I answered.