The greater the sinner the more need she or he has of help, you know, my dear fellow.

But get your coat on, and let us toddle.

I don't suppose we need pistols." Sir Frank laughed, as, aided by the artist, he struggled into his military greatcoat.
"I don't suppose that Mrs.Jasher will be dangerous," he remarked.
"We'll get what we can out of her, and then arrange what is best to be done to recoup her fallen fortunes.

Then she can go where she chooses, and we can,--as the French say--return to our muttons." "I think Donna Inez and Lucy would be annoyed to hear themselves called muttons," laughed Archie, and the two men left the room.
The night was darker than ever, and a fine rain was falling incessantly.
When they left the dimly lighted archway of the fort through the smaller, gate set in the larger one they stepped into midnight blackness such as must have been spread over the land of Egypt.

In accordance with the primitive customs of Gartley inhabitants, one of them at least should have been furnished with a lantern, as it was no easy task to pick a clean way through the mud .-- -However, Archie, knowing the surroundings better even than Random, led the way, and they walked slowly through the iron gate on the hard high road which led to the Fort.