"I cannot bear it." Scarfe laughed.
"Apparently not.

All I want to say is, that I believe less in your gratitude than in your fear, and you can spare yourself the trouble of keeping up that farce." "I am not afraid of you," said Jeffreys, drawing himself up.

"Of my own conscience I am; and of the memory of poor young Forrester--" "Hold your tongue.

I have no wish to hear my friend's name on your lips." Jeffreys turned to go.
"Look here," said Scarfe, calling him back, "I want to say one word.

I am sufficiently interested in Percy Rimbolt to dislike the influence you use upon him.