He can cover me with infamy at will; he can unloose upon me an avalanche of disgrace, and with the one blow crush us all.

I keep back nothing, exaggerate nothing, I merely lay bare to you what is.

Once the stroke falls, I shall never again hold up my head.

Indeed, I shall not live to see it fall, for when I know it is inevitable I shall take my own life." Mr.Harley paused a moment to recall his coolness, while Dorothy, her little hands crushed between her knees, sat panting like a spent hare.
"I have given you my precise position," continued Mr.Harley, with a sort of hopelessness.

"I shall now tell you the conditions upon which my safety depends.