A perspiration broke forth on his forehead, and, wiping the drops away, he said-- 'Lord have mercy upon us--Lord deliver us--Lord have mercy upon us,' like a man dying.
Mr.Dangerfield's bold proposition seemed quite to overpower and unman him.
The white figure turned short, facing the clerk, and said he-- 'See you, Mr.Irons, I'm serious--there must be no shirking.

If you undertake, you must go through; and, hark! in your ear--you shall have five hundred pounds.

I put no constraint--say yes or no--if you don't like you needn't.

Justice, I think, will be done even without your help.
But till he's quiet--you understand--_nothing_ sure.

He has been dead and alive again--curse him; and till he's at rest, and on the surgeon's table--ha! ha!--we sha'n't feel quite comfortable.' 'Lord have mercy upon us!' muttered Irons, with a groan.
'Amen,' said Dangerfield, with a sneering imitation.
'_There_, 'tis enough--if you have nerve to speak truth and do justice, you may have the money.