The Darleys are about as bad a lot as ever stepped, and they've done us a lot o' wrong, and deserved all we could give 'em, but they aren't deserved this, and we are going to forgive 'em a bit.

Who's going to stand still and see a lot o' ragged rapscallions come and attack our enemies, and try to take that castle?
It aren't to be borne, Master Mark; now is it ?" "No, Dan, it is not to be borne." "Right, sir.

I've heered everything now: how they'd took the castle, and was wineing and beering theirselves, and going to stop there, when Nick Garth--ah! I do mort'ly hate that fellow--sets fire to the place, and burns 'em out.

Makes me feel as if I could half forgive him all old scores.

My pick! It was a fine idea." "A grand idea, Dan." "And don't you see, Master Mark, as they missed getting Cliff Castle, they'll just wait their time, and catch us napping, and get this place." "Never," cried Mark hotly.
"Never, it is, Master Mark.