We have omitted the oaths and rough expletives with which Derry interlarded his speech.

There is the taint of sin even in the repetition of such language.
Blair Robertson had listened with a throbbing heart and tearful eye to the sailor's story.

It seemed to him that God had not quite cast off one who had such a tender care for the happiness and purity of his child.
Blair gently laid his slender hand on Derry's brawny fingers, and looked up earnestly into his face as he said, "Why can't you be just such a father, Derry ?" Derry laughed a sorrowful, derisive laugh, and then said almost fiercely, "You don't know me, lad.

It would chill your very blood to know what I've done, and where I've been.

There are spots on me that nothing can wash out.