Look at me! I ask you now whether I am not better for that last drop.

I tell you that it is food and wine to me.

I need it to brace me up for to-morrow.

Now listen! Name your own stake! Set it up against that single glass! I am not a mean man, Trent.
Shall we say one hundred and fifty ?" Trent looked at him half scornfully, half deprecatingly.
"You are only wasting your breath, Monty," he said.

"I couldn't touch money won in such a way, and I want to get you out of this alive.
There's fever in the air all around us, and if either of us got a touch of it that drop of brandy might stand between us and death.