The one desire of her life is to be free, but you can take this from me--if I bring my suit and gain my decree on the evidence I shall put before the court---don't forget Flossie Lane, will you ?--she'll never raise her head again.

That is what I am going to do, unless--" He paused.
"Unless what ?" Wingate demanded.
"Unless you sell those shares to Peter Phipps." Wingate was silent for a few moments.

He studied his companion appraisingly.
"Dredlinton," he said at last, "I did you an injustice." "I am glad that you are beginning to appreciate the fact," the other replied, with some dignity.

"I welcome your confession." "I looked upon you," Wingate continued, "as only an ordinary, weak sort of scoundrel.

I find you one of the filthiest blackguards who ever crawled upon the earth." Dredlinton scowled for a moment and then laughed in a hard, unnatural sort of way.
"I can't lose my temper with you, Wingate--upon my word, I can't.