Your name's Allison, isn't it ?" "It is." "D'ye know anybody named Dinsmore?
or Travilla ?" "Yes; and I know who you are, Jackson, and of your crimes against them.

In the sight of God you are a murderer." "You tell me to repent.

I've repented many a time that I didn't take better aim and blow his brains out; yes, and hers too.

I hoped I had, till I saw the account in the papers." Harold's teeth and hands were tightly clenched, in an almost superhuman effort to keep himself quiet; and the man went on without interruption.
"He'd nearly made a finish of me, but I was smart enough to escape them, bloodhounds and all.

I got over the border into Texas; had a pretty good time there for awhile--after I recovered from that awful blood-letting; but when secession began, I slipped off and came North.