There's a hundred pounds too much. The reward is mine. "I don't think that's likely. ‘I have an excellent excuse to remain comfortably ensconced in my parlour here, able to indulge in my favourite pastime. Besides, revenge is sweetened by delay; and I indulge too freely in the passion to rob it of any of its zest. No breakfast, he’s had no dinner, hardly a mouthful of soup— since yesterday at tea. But always this new phase in life which civilization called convention threw up barrier after barrier. ’ ‘But you must want more. His figure was tall and commanding, and the expression of his countenance (though somewhat disturbed by his recent exertion) was resolute and stern. He was dressed immaculately in a suit of heavy Shantung silk. "Be still, and you'll receive no injury," returned Jackson. It's two hundred pounds.
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