I'm not above asking advoice of a gintleman of the world like yerself; I'm not above giving advoice, neither." He sat looking vacantly before him with a grim smile upon his face.
Caius saw that his mind was made up.
"What are you going to do ?" he asked again.
At the same moment came the sharp consciousness upon him that he himself was a murderer, that he wanted to have Le Maitre murdered, that his question meant that he was eager to be made privy to the plot, willing to abet it.

Yet he did not feel wicked at all; before his eyes was the face of Josephine lying asleep, unconscious and peaceful.

He felt that he fought in a cause in which a saint might fight.
"What I may or may not do," said O'Shea, "is neither here nor there just now.

The first thing is, what you're going to do.

The schooner's out there to the north-east; the boat that's been used for the sealing is over here to the south-west; now, there ain't no sinse, that I know of, in being uncomfortable when it can be helped, or in putting ourselves about for a brute of a man who ain't worth it.