"I can't keep Moxlow quiet any longer; the sentiment of the community is against gamblers.

If you are not a gambler, what are you ?" "You mean you are going to throw me over, you two ?" "With Moxlow it is a case of bread and butter; personally I don't care whom you fleece, but I've got my living to make here in Mount Hope, too, and I can't afford to go counter to public opinion." "You have had some favors out of me, Marsh." "I am not likely to forget them, you give me no chance," rejoined Langham bitterly.
"Why should I, eh ?" asked Gilmore coolly.

He leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling above his head.

"Marsh, what was that North was saying about me when I came down the hall ?" and his swarthy cheeks were tinged with red.
"I don't recall that he was speaking of you." "You don't?
Well, think again.

It was about our going up to your house to-night, wasn't it?
Your wife's back, eh?
Well, don't worry, I came here partly to tell you that I had made other arrangements for the evening." "It's just as well," said Langham.
"Do you mean your wife wouldn't receive me ?" demanded Gilmore.