You were only a boy, and the luck was against you.

I couldn't have stood by and seen you dragged under." Piers groaned.

"I sometimes wish I was dead!" he said.
"My dear chap, what's the good of that ?" Crowther slipped his hand from his shoulder to his arm, and drew him quietly forward.

"You've suffered infernally, but it's made a man of you.

Don't forget that! It's the Sculptor and the Clay, lad.