Don't you see what it means?
If I killed him, it spoils everything--everything.

If I didn't kill him, I can only help myself by blackening still more the life of one who gave being to--" "Aye, to a young queen!" interrupted Michael.
"God knows, there's none like her in Ireland, or in any other country at all!" Suddenly Dyck regained his composure; and it was the composure of one who had opened the door of hell and had realized that in time--perhaps not far off--he also would dwell in the infernal place.
"Michael, I have no money, but I'm my father's heir.

My father will not see me starve in prison, nor want for defence, though my attitude shall be 'no defence.' So bring me decent food and some clothes, and send to me here Will McCormick, the lawyer.

He's as able a man as there is in Dublin.

Listen, Michael, you're not to speak of Mrs.Llyn and Miss Llyn as related to Erris Boyne.