"I'll undo my crime if I can.

No punishment can equal the agony I am in now, thanks to you, you villain." Then turning on him suddenly, and showing him the white of his eyes like a maniac, or a dangerous mastiff, he hissed out, "You think nothing of the lives of better men; perhaps you don't value your own ?" "Oh, I beg your pardon," said Monckton.

"That's a very different thing." "Oh, you do value your own foul life ?" "At any amount of money," said Monckton.
"Then why do you risk it ?" "Excuse me, governor, that's a thing I make a point of not doing.

I risk my instruments, not my head, Ben Burnley to wit." "You are risking it now," said Bartley, looking still more strangely at him.
"How so, pray ?" said Monckton, getting a little uneasy, for this was not the Bartley he had known till then.
Bartley took the poker in his hand and proceeded to poke the fire; but somehow he did not look at the fire.

He looked askant at Monckton, and he showed the white of his eyes more and more.