At sixty, revenge is a small thing.

What is human retribution to the ferocity of Time's revenge on us all?
Retribution and Justice--these are human catchwords, signifying nothing.

What is Justice?
Who is to judge when the scales are even?
It was easier to comply with his request than arouse suspicion by refusal, but that wasn't what weighed with me.

I wanted to see more of him, to win his confidence, if possible.
I was curious to know what kind of life he had given the woman for whose sake I had let him go free for thirty years.
"He took a liking to me.

My knowledge of ancient Cornish lore proved useful in the final stages of his search--his thirty years' search for a family tree.