'I am far removed from you, and may I ever be.

Do you know what I am ?' 'What you are!' appeared to hang on Walter's lips, as he regarded him attentively.
'It was begun,' said Carker, 'before my twenty-first birthday--led up to, long before, but not begun till near that time.

I had robbed them when I came of age.

I robbed them afterwards.

Before my twenty-second birthday, it was all found out; and then, Walter, from all men's society, I died.' Again his last few words hung trembling upon Walter's lips, but he could neither utter them, nor any of his own.
'The House was very good to me.