You'll starve far quicker than I will, old man." "Don't! Don't!" implored the shaking wretch, covering his eyes with both trembling hands.
"Moral, you oughtn't to have been a dope-fiend, all these years," continued Waldron, cuttingly, determined that now, once for all, his despised partner should hear the truth.

"How you've lived so long, as it is, I don't understand.

When I tried to marry Kate, and failed, I reckoned you'd pass over in almost no time--and, by the way, that's why I was so insistent.

But you've disappointed me, Flint.

Disappointed me sorely.