If she hadn't trapped him--set a reg'lar seine for him and hauled him aboard like a school of mackerel--'tain't likely he'd have married her or anybody else, is it?
I ain't married nobody, have I?
And Marcellus was years older'n I be." "Well, well, Shadrach!" "No, 'tain't well; it's bad.

He's gone, and--and you and me that was with him for years and years, his very best friends on earth as you might say, wasn't with him when he died.

If it hadn't been for her he'd have stayed in South Harniss where he belonged.

Consarn women! They're responsible for more cussedness than the smallpox.

'When a man marries his trouble begins'; that's gospel, too." Zoeth did not answer.
Captain Gould, after a sidelong glance at his companion, took a hand from the reins and laid it on the Hamilton knee.
"I'm sorry, Zoeth," he said, contritely; "I didn't mean to--to rake up bygones; I was blowin' off steam, that's all.