I tell you, man, your trumped-up story would be torn to pieces in five minutes, and in the end you would be safely lodged down at Dartmoor for fourteen years." He sat silent a minute, as if in deep thought; then he said slowly, "Mr.
Justin Blake, you think you have outwitted Herod Voltaire! Continue to think so.

I shall not give you in charge--not because I believe in your paltry story, but because I should lose Miss Forrest by so doing, and I cannot afford to do that, if for nothing else than to spite you.
You think you are free from me.Wait.You think Kaffar is to be found--well, wait.

But, I tell you, you shall repent all this.

I will marry the woman you love, and then I will lead you such a life as you never conceived.

You shall pray to die, and death shall not come.