I knew it as soon as you entered my house last night.

I could not then explain the feeling of repugnance I had, but I know now what it meant.

I shall not offer hospitality to a coward, for all thieves are cowards.

Boys, take what he has stolen from his pockets." Reddy and Hippy searched the bulging pockets of the thief's coat and waistcoat, and brought forth a quantity of jewelry, watches and purses.
"Now, David," continued Mrs.Gray, firmly, "be kind enough to give me that pistol." David obeyed her, wondering if she meant to shoot her own nephew.
Mrs.Gray pointed the pistol at the thief with as steady a hand as if she had been shooting at targets all her life.
"Untie the cords," she commanded.
They cut the cords with a carving knife.
"Now, go!" said the old lady, still pointing the pistol at his head.
"Leave my house quickly.

I shall not punish you, because a thief is always punished sooner or later." Tom Gray looked immensely relieved, Grace thought, in spite of his crestfallen, hangdog air.