You are too good for it.

I don't say you are the most useful man in the world, or the cleverest, or the most amiable.

But you are too good to go and get your throat cut for a prostitute." Valentin flushed a little, but he laughed.

"I shan't get my throat cut if I can help it.

Moreover, one's honor hasn't two different measures.
It only knows that it is hurt; it doesn't ask when, or how, or where." "The more fool it is!" said Newman.
Valentin ceased to laugh; he looked grave.