Theodore Winthrop

“ Locksley, in wrath, evidently sham. “Don’t waste ‘poors’ on him, William. Didn’t he as much as kill my poor sister, and ruin us?”
“You don’t look very ruinous, Molly. No; you’re built up fresh by losing money, and not having an Irish Biddy to feed you on mud-pies. We must not bear malice, wife!”
“We don’t, William. And the proof is this jelly I’ve made for him.”
“Right!” says Locksley. “But, Mr. Churm,” he continued, and here his bristly aspect intensified, as if a foe were at hand, “Mr. Densdeth is back in the steamer. He’s been here to day, asking for Towner. ”

“ Let me be forgotten!’ Locksley would reply, ‘Very well, sir!’ And you would be as secluded as if you had gone to Kamtschatka.”
“You speak as if such things happened in Chrysalis.”
“They might, under Locksley.”
“How refreshing,” said I, “to find such a place and such a person plump in the middle of New York! But tell me, what is Locksley to Towner?”
“Towner married our janitor’s wife’s sister. Locksley is a very clever machinist. He was a prosperous locksmith, manufacturing locks of a patent of his own, until Towner persuaded him to indorse his paper. ”

“ And now you have come home, a working-man, who wishes ‘se ranger’?”
“I should like to find my place.”
“Your place to live you have found already. Your place to labor will not be hard to find. Capable men of your trade are in demand. ”