I down every one who dares stand in my way; or--I use them as stepping-stones.

There! Isn't that a worse Upas tree than poor old Ronnie's?
Mine is a life untouched by love, or any gentler feelings.

All that sort of thing was killed in me when I was quite a little chap.

It is the story of a broken halo.

Perhaps I'll tell it you some day.