I haven't sought your company; I do not want to know you.

Now you go back to your bar-room where you will find plenty of your own kind to associate with.

It's going to be dangerous for you to hang around here any longer." Beaton felt the steady eyes upon him, but was carrying enough liquor to make him reckless.

Still his was naturally the instinct of the New York gunman, seeking for some adventure.

He stepped backward, feigning a laugh, watchful to catch Westcott off his guard.
"All right, then," he said, "I'll go get the drink; you can't bluff me." Westcott's knowledge of the class alone brought to him the man's purpose.