And you're not afraid for him! You know you aren't.
It wouldn't matter twopence to you if he were hanged tomorrow, for you hate him.

But look to yourself! Men who cheat, and scheme, and plot, and plan as you do come to bad ends.

Mind yours! Mind the wheel doesn't come full circle.

And now, if you please, go away and don't dare to come near me again!" Bryce made no answer.

He had listened, with an attempt at a smile, to all this fiery indignation, but as Mary spoke the last words he was suddenly aware of something that drew his attention from her and them.
Through an opening in Ransford's garden hedge he could see the garden door of the Folliots' house across the Close.