He shook his head.
"That's the kind of rot that isn't worth talking, and you ought to know it," said he.

"When I begin a thing I go through with it, though it lands me in hell, as this one will.

I can't help that.

It's too late to go back.

I'm going on and you're going with me, Cole, like a sensible chap!" I shook my head.
"Only on the one condition." "You--stick--to--that ?" he said, so rapidly that the words ran into one, so fiercely that his decision was as plain to me as my own.
"I do," said I, and could only sigh when he made yet one more effort to persuade me, in a distress not less apparent than his resolution, and not less becoming in him.
"Consider, Cole, consider!" "I have already done so, Rattray." "Murder is simply nothing to them!" "It is nothing to me either." "Human life is nothing!" "No; it must end one day." "You won't give your word unconditionally ?" "No; you know my condition." He ignored it with a blazing eye, his hand upon the door.
"You prefer to die, then ?" "Infinitely." "Then die you may, and be damned to you!".