Now, the question is, is she mad enough to see him go to the penitentiary or hang without opening her mouth to save him?
Come, you should know something about her by this time; I would, if I had been married to her as long as you have." Suddenly he released Langham and fell back a step.

The lawyer staggered to his feet, adjusting his collar and cravat which Gilmore's grasp on his throat had disarranged.

He glanced about him with a vague notion of obtaining some weapon that would put him on an equality with his more powerful antagonist, but nothing offered, and he took a step toward the door.
"Don't be a fool, Marsh," said the gambler coldly.

"I'm going to change my tactics with you.

I'm not going to wear myself out keeping your nose pointed in the right direction; you must do something for yourself, you drunken fool!" Langham took another step toward the door, but his eyes--the starting bloodshot eyes of a hunted animal--still searched the room for some weapon.