He has done it before for a bottle of wine.

I can manage him.

Can I trust to you?
If you break your promise--but you will not?
One of them would as soon kill me as smoke a cigarette, and the rest are under his thumb.

I dare not write more.

But my life is in your hands.
"EVA DENISON." "Oh! beware of the woman Braithwaite; she is about the worst of the gang." I could have burst out crying in my bitter discomfiture, mortification, and alarm: to think that her life was in my hands, and that it depended, not on that prompt action which was the one course I had contemplated, but on twenty-four hours of resolute inactivity! I would not think it.
I refused the condition.