George A. Birmingham

“ O'Grady. "The Emperor is a thoroughly decent sort, and has always treated me well. I'm not going to allow him to be bullied simply to gratify your passion for revenge. You pretend you think it wrong to gamble, but you're not above entertaining a spite against the poor Emperor and wanting to stick a knife into him. I can tell you, Mr. Sanders, that sort of spirit is a jolly sight more unchristian than losing a few pence to Patsy Devlin over an innocent game." ”

“ Sanders grumbled and occasionally swore. Mr. Dick passed from bursts of violent rage to fits of lamentation over the desolate condition of Mrs. Dick. Dr. O'Grady and Patsy Devlin bore with them patiently for a long time. But there are limits to human endurance. After a consultation with Patsy, the doctor undertook to speak seriously to the unreasonably afflicted men. The bearded anarchist who usually attended to the wants of the prisoners, carried off the dinner things. Dr. O'Grady pulled Mr. Dick's bed out to the middle of the floor. ”

“ Sanders; "I belong to the Free Kirk, and my conscience will not allow me to gamble."
"That," said Dr. O'Grady, "is a paltry excuse, which you ought to be ashamed to make. No man could be brought up to think it wrong to flip pennies. Besides, what is it that's wrong about gambling? It's the excitement created by the element of risk associated with all gambling. Now, in this case, as you know perfectly well, there would have been no excitement, because there was no element of risk. The thing was a dead certainty. Patsy would have given you ten points in every game and beaten the head off you. ”