"Or--by heaven--I'll throw you!" "You can't," said Burke.

"So don't be a fool! You know--none better--that that sort of thing doesn't answer with me." "But what do you want ?" The reiterated question had a desperate ring as if, despite its urgency, the speaker dreaded the reply.
"You've never bothered to dig me out before.

What's the notion?
I'm nothing to you.

You loathe the sight of me." Burke made a slight gesture as of repudiation, but he expressed no denial in words.

"As to that," he said, "you draw your own conclusions.