She is my wife and therefore a British subject; so you can take yourself and your infamous insinuations to the devil, and the quicker the better." "Or there'll be two of us engaged in the killing," said Pasquale.
Hamdi again exchanged a few sentences in Turkish with Carlotta, and then smiled upon us with the same unruffled suavity.
_"Au revoir, Mesdames et Messieurs."_ With a courteous salute he shuffled back towards the stall-entrance.
The tension over, Carlotta broke from me and clutched Pasquale by the arm.
"Oh, kill him, kill him, kill him!" she cried in a passionate whisper.
He freed himself gently and took out a cigarette case.
"Scarcely necessary.

He'll soon die." And turning to me he added: "Not a sound organ in his body.

Besides, it seems to me that if there is any murdering to be done, it's the business of Sir Marcus." "There is going to be no murdering," said I, profoundly disgusted, "and don't talk in that revolting way about the wretched man dying." I regained possession of Carlotta who, seeing that I was angry, cast a scared glance at me, and became docile as suddenly as she had grown passionate.

I turned to Judith.
"Will you ever forgive me--" I began.
But the sight of her face froze me.

It was white and hard and haggard, and the lips were drawn into a thin line, and the delicate colour she had put upon her cheeks stood out in ghastly contrast.