But that's an infirmity shared by a great many sounder heads than mine.

The hardest bout I ever had was with a woman--Sally Wells, who was afterwards lagged for shoplifting.

She attacked me with a carving-knife, and, when I had disarmed her, the jade bit off a couple of fingers from my left hand.
Thus, you see, I've never hesitated and never _shall_ hesitate to expose my life where anything is to be gained.

My profession has hardened me." And, with this, he coolly re-adjusted his peruke.
"What do you expect to gain from this interview, Mr.Wild!" demanded Trenchard, as if he had formed a sudden resolution.
"Ah! now we come to business," returned Jonathan, rubbing his hands, gleefully.

"These are my terms, Sir Rowland," he added, taking a sheet of paper from his pocket, and pushing it towards the knight.
Trenchard glanced at the document.
"A thousand pounds," he observed, gloomily, "is a heavy price to pay for doubtful secrecy, when _certain silence_ might be so cheaply procured." "You would purchase it at the price of your head," replied Jonathan, knitting his brows.