There are other things besides money in this world, and you 've got your price, just as well as every other man.

Perhaps it's silk, perhaps it's calico; but you bet it's something, for you 're no angel.

By God, I believe I could name it, even now." Winston wheeled, his right hand thrust deeply into his coat pocket, his face sternly set.
"What, for instance ?" "Well,--just to take a chance,--Beth Norvell," Farnham never forgot the flame of those gray eyes, or the sharp sting of the indignant voice.
"What do you know regarding her?
Speak out, damn you!" The gambler laughed uneasily; he had seen that look in men's faces before, and knew its full, deadly meaning.

He had already gone to the very limit of safety.
"Oh, nothing, I assure you.

I never even saw the lady," he explained coldly.