Roy Norton

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Roy Norton Drowned Gold — Chapter 7 (1919)

All the way down I was tormented between two things: that I was an Irishman with a burning love for his country tearing through his heart, and the other, that to help her I would have to become a thief in the night, a dirty spalpeen, and rob the man who had always been white with me. Twisted Jimmy Martin! Hard old man of the seas! Him that would knock a man down if he came into the engine-room drunk, and that would curse ye with burning words if the work was not done better than it had ever been done before.
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Roy Norton Drowned Gold — Chapter 7 (1919)

It was that devil in New York, who I met in Casey's saloon,—and may he live a million years in purgatory!—who blarneyed me into this mess. I had never done anything in my life that wasn't square and aboveboard. I did not like the job. He offered me money, more money than I had ever seen in my life before, if I would steal some plans out of Twisted Jimmy's cabin and mail them to him from Maracaibo. I was for bashin' him in the face, but Casey grabbed my arm. I would be no thief for money!
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Roy Norton Drowned Gold — Chapter 7 (1919)

He will be punished all right by what I shall say to him before he gets off this boat, if he has any conscience at all. There is no punishment in the world that cuts so hard, or lasts so long, as a mental punishment. Anybody can forget that he has been in jail, but no man can forget if he has ever thrown a friend down. So I think my way with Cochrane is by far the best.
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