The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle
Indeed, the one unique aspect of this ship was a carved figurehead of a pale white seahawk beneath the bowsprit. Its wings were thrust back against the bow; its head extended forward, beak wide-open, red tongue protruding as if screaming. In the shadowy light that twisted and distorted its features I was struck by the notion that this figure looked more like an angry, avenging angel than a docile bird. (1.60)
Mr. Grummage drew himself up. "Miss Doyle," he said loftily, "in my world, judgments as to rights and wrongs are left to my Creator, not to children. Now, be so good as to board the Seahawk. At once!" (1.75)
Zachariah cocked his head to one side. "Miss Doyle, do you believe in justice?"
"I am an American, Mr. Zachariah."
"Ah! Justice for all?"
"For those who deserve it." (4.47-4.50)