Only ruin--only death.

Four men's lives lost, and three women made miserable for life.
Jim and I looked at one another.

He smiled and opened the door.
'It's all the fault of that cursed owl, I believe,' he said; 'I'll have his life if he waits till it's daylight.

We must be off early and get up our horses.

I know what a long day for Warrigal and that ambling three-cornered devil of his means--seventy or eighty miles, if it's a yard.' We slept sound enough till daybreak, and COULD SLEEP then, whatever was on the card.