"Your friend Mr.Juxon, eh?
He is after me, is he?
Tell him--" "Hush, hush!" she whispered.

"He has no idea you are here--" "I should think not," muttered Walter.

"He would not be sneaking in here on the sly to see you if he knew I were about!" "What do you mean ?" asked Mary.

"Oh, Walter, let me go--you hurt me so!" He held her fingers as in a vice.
"Hurt you! I wish I could strangle you and him too! Ha, you thought I was not looking this afternoon when he came! He went to the corner of the road with the parson, and when the parson was out of sight he came back! I saw you!" "You saw nothing!" answered his wife desperately.

"How can you say so! If you knew how kind he has been, what a loyal gentleman he is, you would not dare to say such things." "You used to say I was a loyal gentleman, Mary," retorted the convict.