The money is mine.

And, by God, I'll get it!" And again he started up; and again he was caught and put out of countenance by his own image in the mirror.

He turned away, shamefaced, but sullenly resolute.
Base?
He couldn't deny it.

But he was desperate; also, he had been too long accustomed to grabbing things to which his conscience told him he had doubtful right or none.

"It's mine.