"You have gathered for yourself, you were about to say, that the mine is rich, and well worth what I have offered for it." "And a good deal more," interrupted Richard.

"Perhaps a hundred times, perhaps a thousand times as much.

We don't make so close a secret of a matter without our reasons.

We don't see Dead Hands, with flames of fire at the finger-tips, going up and down ladders that don't exist, without the most excellent reasons, Mr.Trevethick.What we wish no eye to see, nay, no ear to hear spoken of, is probably a subject of considerable private importance to ourselves.

Come, we are friends here together; I say again, let us be frank." Trevethick was silent for a little; he felt a lump rise in his throat, as though nature itself forbade him to disclose the secret he had kept so long and so jealously guarded.