Damer: With that same pack of cards you laid out under my hand, I lost all I had gathered to that one.
Staffy: Well, there is nothing so certain in the world as the running of a fool to a fool.
Delia: Is it taking that lad you are to be a fool? I thinking him to be as simple as you'd see in the world, and he putting bread upon his own butter as we slept!
Ralph: We to have known all then we know now, we need not have wasted on him our advice.
Damer: Give me, boy, one answer. What in the world wide put venture into you that made you go face the dog?
Simon: Ah, what venture? And he being as he is without teeth?
Damer: You know that, what no one in the parish or out of it ever found out till now! You should have put your hand in his jaw to know that much! A right lad you are and a lucky lad. I would nearly wish you of my own blood and of my race.
Delia: Of your own blood is it?
Damer: That is what I would wish.
Delia: Is it that you are taking Simon Niland to be a stranger?