"There's been no luck in the house since you first set foot in it." "She always hated my lady," chimed in a female.

"It's my opinion she'll be more glad than sorry if she is made away with.

She wanted Sir Everard for herself." "Hold your tongue, Susan!" angrily cried Edwards.

"You daren't call your soul your own if Miss Silver was listening.

Bear a hand here, you fellers, and help me fetch Sir Heverard to the house." They bore the insensible man to the house, to his room, where Edwards applied himself to his recovery.