As for the assassin, I hope God, who saw him, will punish him.
What I want to do is to kill Jobson and Parkin, one after another; kill them--kill them--kill them--I'll tell papa." As for Jael, she could not speak her mind, but she panted heavily, and her fingers worked convulsively, and clutched themselves very tight at last.
When he had done his narrative, he said sadly, "I despise these fellows as much as you do; but they are too many for me.

I am obliged to leave Hillsborough." "What, let the wretches drive you away?
I would never do that--if I was a man." "What would you do, then ?" asked Henry, his eye sparkling.
"Do?
Why fight them; and beat them; and kill them, it is not as if they were brave men.

They are only cunning cowards.

I'd meet cunning with cunning.

I'd outwit them somehow.