It is not for me." "How long are we to trust the villain ?" said Mr.Pole.

"If we trust him at all, mind! I don't say I do, or will." "Ze money is locked up for a year, my friend.

So soon we get it, so soon he goes, from ze toe off." Mr.Pericles' shining toe's-tip performed an agile circuit, and he smoothed his square clean jaw and venomous moustache reflectively.

"Not now," he resumed.

"While he hold us in his hand, we will not drive him to ze devil, or we go too, I believe, or part of ze way.