Цитаты из книги Jackdaw

“You take a child, or a man down on his luck, and give him no help, just kicks, and make it so that any way he turns breaks the law, and then tell him he’s a criminal. It’s not right. That’s not how it should be.”

Sometimes the wrong person is…inches away from being the right one. And vice versa.

“I missed you when you weren’t there, and now you are here and I can’t touch you and I miss you even more.”

"If you stand by and watch while your employer commits murder and you don’t do a damn thing to stop it, that makes you guilty. In law, in common decency, in everything.”

“I’ve…I’ve had adventures. I’ve done rooftop escapes and lawbreaking and things, and it’s horribly uncomfortable, and I’d rather be here. I like it here. I just want to walk the wind, watch you play rugby. Make kites for Agnes and do things, when I can—Florrie Tapley’s roof is in a state, you know, I want to have a look at that—and come to bed with you at the end of the day. I’ve stopped running.” “You fell?” “I landed.”

“I think the question is,” Crane observed, “has Pastern developed a conscience?” “Of course I’ve got a conscience,” Jonah said. “He’s sitting right here next to me.”

“Did Ma send you to get me in?” Bethany sounded mulish. “I shan’t. I’m a grown girl, I can take a turn with my young man if I please and you’ve no say in it.” “Indeed I don’t,” Ben agreed. “Carry on.” He rested his shoulder blades on the damp wall, giving the impression of a man prepared to play gooseberry forever. Bethany gave him a puzzled look. “Are you just going to stand there?” “I’m a grown man,” Ben pointed out. “I can stand against a wall if I please and you’ve no say in it.”

Well, if you ask me, he’s a bit Blackpool, you know. Nice for a holiday, but you wouldn’t want to live there.

“Day?” Ben repeated, completely forgetting about sticking to the point. “His lover? Did you say a lord?” “Oh, yes. The right noble earl of Crane. Landed gentry. Six foot three of money, mouth and cock. And an utter bastard.”

There were men with guns down there, and probably practitioners, and his shoulder blades were prickling in anticipation of Miss Saint rising up in the sky like an avenging Cockney angel.