Theodore Goodridge Roberts

“ Had the jewels belonged to Stave, well and good; but his theft of them did not make them his. To rob him—yea, to bring him to his death—was justice. My temper and my conscience are with you to the hilt in that affair; but to strip of his fortune a man with whom you have no quarrel is an act which I hesitate to call by its true name to my dead father's friend."
Sailor Penny stared at the young man incredulously for a little while, then with shocked amazement, at last with choleric and sneering disgust. The hot blue fire of his eyes would have daunted a less valiant fellow than Peter Griffon. ”

“ Afeared o' a rum-swillin' governor! 'Postles' bones! An' ye a soldier an' a gentleman! Strike me dead! Where be yer Griffon speerit? Did Caleb Stave lash it out o' ye through yer skin? Caleb Stave, the son o' the Wantage cobbler. Blood an' wounds!"
"Rave on, old man," replied Griffon, steadily but with a significant undertone of hardness in his voice. "I owe you my life, and more than my life. As to my spirit, it is here, unbroken, unhurt—the spirit of my fathers, Master Penny." ”

“ Hell had been fed by way of the black reef. Hate was satisfied. The days of his exile were numbered and wealth was in his hand, and he saw the green Berkshire downs and the weathered thatches of Pennyfold again with eyes of youth. ”