Henry C. Rowland

Henry C. Rowland

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Portrait of Henry C. Rowland Henry C. Rowland The Under-World — Chapter 4 (1911)

Monsieur, theft is theft, of course, and in this wicked world of ours every man is for himself, and the Devil take the hindmost. That seems to be the motto that most people live by—from the pickpocket to the high financier. But as I see it, monsieur, it is a d——d poor motto for people who pretend to have any code of honour of their own, even though that code is one not generally recognised.”
Ivan's clear complexion grew swarthy. In the Under-World fierce passions lie closer to the surface than in the upper, and it is not hard to bring them to the top.
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Portrait of Henry C. Rowland Henry C. Rowland The Under-World — Chapter 4 (1911)

Ivan shed his sleek politeness as a pickpocket slips out of his coat.
“Be careful what you say, Mr. Clamart,” he snarled, his face purple. “I'm not accustomed to such talk.”
“I believe you,” I answered. “Nor are you accustomed to the sort of act that causes it. I'd be willing to stake my life that this is the first time in yours that you ever paid a man for saving you and your gang by shoving a job on him as you have on me. You are a master-criminal and you couldn't be unless you were a big man. Big men don't do petty things.
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Portrait of Henry C. Rowland Henry C. Rowland The Under-World — Chapter 4 (1911)

But then, I was an American crook, and that makes a difference.”
Léontine's face turned the colour of ivory—a dead, creamy white—and her eyes seemed to darken.
“You are a fool, Frank,” she said, breathing hard. “You may think that your friends still believe in you, but they don't. Of course, they would pretend to, to save their own self-respect.
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