Oh, spare me, for the sake of the living God--for I am not fit to die.

If you kill me now, you will have the perdition of my soul to answer for at the bar of judgment.

If you spare me, I will reform my life--I will become a virtuous man." "Well," replied the other, relaxing--"for the sake of the name you have used, and in the hope that this may be a warnin' to you for your good, I will leave your wicked and worthless life with you.

No, I'll not be the man that will hurl you into perdition--but it is on one condition--you must hand me out your money before I have time to count ten.

Listen now--if I haven't every farthing that's about you before that reckonin's made, the bullet that's in this pistol will be through your brain." The expedition of the baronet was amazing, for as Jemmy went on with this disastrous enumeration, steadily and distinctly, but not quickly, he had only time to get as far as eight when he found himself in possession of the baronet's purse.
"Is it all here ?" he asked.