Hearty thanks, but I have made up my mind.

I won't stunt my life out of regard for an imbecile superstition.

The dangers are _not_ great; and if they were, I should prefer to risk them.

You electioneering! Ho, ho!" Glazzard's lips were close drawn, his eyes veiled by the drooping lids.
He had ceased to smoke, and when, a few minutes later, he threw away his cigar, it was all but squeezed flat by the two fingers which had seemed to hold it lightly.
"It is settled!" cried Denzil, jumping up, with a return of his extravagant spirits.

"You, Glazzard, will stand by and watch--our truest friend.