I shall take that sleeping-stuff away." "If you can get hold of it," put in Scott drily.
"You must get hold of it.

You have ample opportunity.

It's all very well to preach patience, but she has been taking slow poison for seven years.
I am certain of it.

It's ridiculous! It's monstrous! It's got to end." He spoke with impatient finality, his blue eyes challenging remonstrance.
Scott made none.

Only after a moment he said, "If you take away one prop, old chap, you must provide another.