At length, hearing McCloskey's raised to a higher key, she could no longer restrain her impatience, and gently opening the door, looked into the room.

Both their faces were turned in the opposite direction, so that neither noticed the gentle intrusion of Lizzie, who, fearing to leave her father longer alone, ventured into the apartment.
"You need not stand looking at me in that threatening manner.

You may do as you please--go tell what you like; but remember, when I fall, so do you; I have not forgotten that affair in Philadelphia from which I saved you--don't place me in a situation that will compel me to recur to it to your disadvantage." "Ah, don't trouble yerself about that, squire; I don't--that is entirely off my mind; for now Whitticar is dead, where is yer witnesses ?" "Whitticar dead!" repeated Stevens.
"Yes; and what's more, he's buried--so he's safe enough, squire; and I shouldn't be at all surprised if you'd be glad to have me gone too." "I would to God you had been, before I put myself in your power." "'Twas your own hastiness.

When it came to the pinch, I wasn't equal to the job, so ye couldn't wait for another time, but out with yer pistol, and does it yerself." The wretched man shuddered and covered his face, as McCloskey coolly recounted his murder of Mr.Garie, every word of which was too true to be denied.
"And haven't I suffered," said he, shaking his bald head mournfully; "haven't I suffered--look at my grey hairs and half-palsied frame, decrepit before I'm old--sinking into the tomb with a weight of guilt and sin upon me that will crush me down to the lowest depth of hell.

Think you," he continued, "that because I am surrounded with all that money can buy, that I am happy, or ever shall be, with this secret gnawing at my heart; every piece of gold I count out, I see his hands outstretched over it, and hear him whisper 'Mine!' He gives me no peace night or day; he is always by me; I have no rest.