That is a worldly-wise, nineteenth-century way of looking at it; we cannot do without him." The contemplativeness of nicotine was upon Guy Oscard.
"Umph!" he grunted.

"It is rather disgusting," he said, after a pause; "I hate dealing with cowards." "And I with fools.

For everyday use, give me a coward by preference." "Yes, there is something in that.

Still, I'd throw up the whole thing if--" "So would I," said Jack, turning sharply in his chair, "if--" Oscard laughed curtly and waited.
"If," continued Jack, "I could.

But I am more or less bound to go on now.