Whether it succeeds or no, you'll bear me witness to your father that I did it for the best, and did it because I thought it right.

Now for it." To my horror, he threw up the window wide, and leant out.
"My men, I want to speak to you." He might as well have spoken to the roaring sea.

The only answer was a shower of missiles, which missed their aim.

The rioters were too far off--our spiked iron railings, eight feet high or more, being a barrier which none had yet ventured to climb.

But at length one random stone hit John on the chest.
I pulled him in, but he declared he was not hurt.