"I'm watched! I know I'm watched!" he said in a whisper, his pale eyes turning slowly in their sockets.

"I shall be killed for them if I keep them much longer, and I won't be hurried into my grave.

I'll take my own time." "There is no one here," I said, "and no one in sight except Cathcart, smoking in the veranda, and I can only see his legs, so he can't see us." He seemed to recover himself, and laughed.

I had never liked his laugh, especially when, as had often happened, it had been directed against myself; but I liked it still less now.
"See here!" he repeated, chuckling; and he turned the bag inside out upon the table.
Such jewels I had never seen.

They fell like cut flame upon the marble table--green and red and burning white.