But the very sight of them, and the memory of what they had done to his dead accomplice, made him shudder at them.

Henceforth he kept away from the window, and turned his back to it.
"I think with you, sir," said he, mellifluously, "that she ought to have a few thousands by way of compensation.

You know she could claim alimony, and be a very blister to you and yours.

But on the other hand I do think, as an impartial person, that she ought to keep this sad secret most faithfully, and even take her maiden name again." Whilst Monckton was making this impartial proposal Bartley opened the door, and was coming forward with his deed, when he heard a voice he recognized; and partly by that, partly by the fellow's thin lips, he recognized him, and said, "Monckton! That villain here!" "Monckton," said Colonel Clifford, "that is not his name.

It is Meredith.
He is a clergyman." Bartley examined him very suspiciously, and Monckton, during this examination, looked perfectly calm and innocent.