I'll be quiet." "I'll give you nothing." She was hot, angry, and full of distrust.

"This house is not for such as you.

It's a farmer's lodging; honest men, who'd stare and go mad to see a feller like you about.

Go along, I tell you, or I'll call Jim.

He'll know what to do with you." "Then, he'll know mor'n I do myself," mumbled the detective, with a crushed and discouraged air.