"I only wish the machines--the frames--were safe here, and lodged within the walls of this mill. Once put up, I defy the frame-breakers. Let them only pay me a visit and take the consequences. My mill is my castle."
"One despises such low scoundrels," observed Malone, in a profound vein of reflection. "I almost wish a party would call upon you to-night; but the road seemed extremely quiet as I came along. I saw nothing astir."
"You came by the Redhouse?"
"Yes."

"I only wish the machines - the frames - were safe here, within the walls of this mill. Once in place, I defy the frame-breakers. My mill is my castle."
"One despises such low scoundrels," observed Malone. "I almost wish some would call upon you tonight; but the road seemed extremely quiet. I saw nothing astir."
"You came by the Redhouse?"
"Yes."
