"Hideous, abhorrent, base blunder! You may commit in a moment what you will rue for years--what life cannot cancel."
"Lad, go on. I call it pie, nuts, sugar-candy. I like the taste uncommonly. Go on. It will do you good to talk. The moor is before us now, and there is no life for many a mile round."

"Hideous, base blunder! You may commit in a moment what you will rue for years. 