"You've got an iron will, but I'll break it as sure as God made little apples." "And you've the heart of a rabbit," I retorted.

"One-tenth the jacketing I have received in San Quentin would have squeezed your rabbit heart out of your long ears." Oh, it was a touch, that, for the Warden did have unusual ears.

They would have interested Lombroso, I am sure.
"As for me," I went on, "I laugh at you, and I wish no worse fate to the loom-room than that you should take charge of it yourself.

Why, you've got me down and worked your wickedness on me, and still I live and laugh in your face.

Inefficient?
You can't even kill me.