I have been grossly insulted, he's not going to apologise, and nothing but a meeting will satisfy me.

He's a mere murderer.

I have not the faintest notion why he wants to kill me; but being reduced to this situation, I hold myself obliged, if I can, to rid the town of him finally.' 'Shake hands, Sir,' cried Mahony, forgetting his rhetoric in his enthusiasm; 'be the hole in the wall, Sir, I honour you.'.