At any rate, if I failed, I should at least have preserved my self-respect and done more to merit what I wanted than if I had secured it by treachery.
Think of the boy you helped a little while ago.

How much respect will you have for him if he never lives up to his promise; never goes to Clarges Street at all?
Yet if he does live up to it, will he not be doubly worth the saving?
But please!" with a sudden change from seriousness to gaiety, "if I am to be led into sermonizing, might I not know what it is all about?
I shall be right, shall I not, in supposing that all this is merely the preface to something else ?" "Either the Preface or--the Finis," said Cleek, with a deeply drawn breath.

"Still, as you say, no atonement is worth calling an atonement if it is based upon fraud; and so--Miss Lorne, I am going to ask you to indulge in yet another little flight of fancy.

Carry your mind back, will you, to the night when your cousin--to the night two years ago when Sir Horace Wyvern's daughter had her wedding presents stolen and you, I believe, had rather a trying moment with that fellow who was known as 'The Vanishing Cracksman.' You can remember it, can you not ?" "Remember it?
I shall never forget it.

I thought, when the police ran down stairs and left me with him, that I was talking to Mr.Narkom.