Tsitaadid raamatust «The Master of Ballantrae»

...or by a mere delight in cruelty such as cats display and theologians tell us of the devil?

It was of Roman foundation, and, like all that nation set their hands to, built as for eternity.

...he gulped down one glass upon another like a man careless of appearances.

“To think,” cries he, “that I must leave my bones in this miserable wilderness! Would God I had died upon the scaffold like a gentleman!”

For all this we were to pay at a high rate; but beggars cannot be choosers, nor outlaws bargainers.

I know nothing less respectable than the tears of drunkenness.