He braced himself for fresh resistance; not of action, for that he realized was futile, but of argument.
"It is murder that you do," he cried.
"No; it is justice.

It has been long on the way, but it has come at last." "Bethink you, Mr.Marleigh--" "Call me not by that name," cried the other harshly, fearfully.

"I have not borne it these eighteen years, and thanks to what you have made me, it is not meet that I should bear it now." There was a pause.

Then Joseph spoke again with great calm and earnestness.
"Bethink you, Sir Crispin, of what you are about to do.

It can benefit you in naught." "Oddslife, think you it cannot?
Think you it will benefit me naught to see you earn at last your reward ?" "You may have dearly to pay for what at best must prove a fleeting satisfaction." "Not a fleeting one, Joseph," he laughed.