"I did."

"I'm glad of that."

"So am I."

"Pity your brother wasn't there too."

"It was--a great pity."

"Here's one that Dublin Castle and the English government can't
frighten. I'll serve my time in prisons when I'm well enough--it's
the first time they've caught me and they had to SHOOT me to do it--
and when I come out I'll come straight back here and take up the
work just where I'm leaving it."

"You mustn't go to prison."

"It's the lot of every Irishman to-day who says what he thinks."

"It mustn't be yours! It mustn't!" Angela's voice rose in her
distress. She repeated: "It mustn't! I'll appeal to my brother to
stop it."

"If he's anything like his father it's small heed he'll pay to your
pleading. The poor wretches here appealed to old Kingsnorth in
famine and sickness--not for HELP, mind ye, just for a little time
to pay their rents--and the only answer they ever got from him was
'Pay or go'!"