He laid his weak-looking white hand on the young man's arm and said in a lower tone-- "I will tell you what to do.

Kill him!" The last two words were uttered with such intensity of meaning that Lorimer positively recoiled from the accents, and the terrible look which accompanied them.
"I say, Sigurd, this won't do," he remonstrated gravely.

"You mustn't talk about killing, you know! It's not good for you.

People don't kill each other nowadays so easily as you seem to think.

It can't be done, Sigurd! Nobody wants to do it." "It _can_ be done!" reiterated the dwarf imperatively.