Sabine Baring-Gould

“ Coppinger laughed a short snort through his nostrils.
"I have a bone to pick with you already."
"Never! no, never!"
"You have forced yourself on Miss Trevisa to act as her agent and valuer in the matter of dilapidations."
"Not forced, Captain. She asked me to give her friendly counsel. We are old acquaintances."
"I will not waste words. Give me her letter. She no longer requires your advice and counsel. I am going to act for her." ”

“ Cargreen became alarmed, his face became very blank.
"I am not a man to waste words. I am not a man that many in Cornwall would care to have as an adversary. Do you ever travel at night, Mr. Cargreen?" ”

“ But I do, Joshua."
"The new rector might go elsewhere for stone."
"Not he. Look there, at the winder is Mr. Cargreen, and he's in with the new parson, like a brother—knows his very soul. The new parson comes from Birmingham. What can he tell about building-stone here? Mr. Cargreen will tell him yours is the only stuff that ain't powder."
"But, sir, he may not rebuild."
"He must. Mr. Cargreen will tell him that he can't let the glebe without buildings; and he can't build without your quarry stone: and if he has your quarry stone—why, you will be given the carting also. Are you satisfied?" ”