Indeed, I am by nature timorous, for my fancy is quick, and I see with horrid clearness the incidents of a peril.

Only a shamefaced conscience holds me true, so that, though I have often done temerarious deeds, it has always been because I feared shame more than the risk, and my knees have ever been knocking together and my lips dry with fright.

I tried to think soberly over the future, but could get no conclusion save that I would not do murder.

My conscience was pretty bad about the whole business.

I was engaged in the kind of silly conflict which I had been bred to abhor; I had none of the common gentleman's notions about honour; and I knew that if by any miracle I slew Grey I should be guilty in my own eyes of murder.