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``The pleasure of killing for killing's sake is, one may say, universal; it is the basis of the hunting instinct, for it must be admitted that at present, in civilised countries, the need to live no longer counts for anything in its propagation.
The corner of Slade's coarse lip drew up in a wolfish snarl. "Kill you? Just wait and see. Killing's a heap too easy. Wait till Cochise has had a little fun with you. Mebbe you won't agree to be reasonable then, huh?" The pale eyes of the trader glittered with cold malevolence as he swung around to the window from which Pete was signalling.
"In a novel, sir, killing's no murder, you surely will admit; and you must also allow something for professional feeling `'Tis my occupation; and after five-and-twenty years of constant practice, whether I wield the sword or the pen, the force of habit " "It won't do, sir," interrupted he; "the public don't like it.
"Well," says Alan, "as ye please; that'll be the dearer." "The dearer?" cries Ebenezer. "Would ye fyle your hands wi' crime?" "Hoot!" said Alan, "they're baith crime, whatever! And the killing's easier, and quicker, and surer. Keeping the lad'll be a fashious* job, a fashious, kittle business." * Troublesome. "I'll have him keepit, though," returned my uncle.
Heyst, he said, 'you and I have much more in common than you think." Heyst struck the table with his fist unexpectedly. "It was a jeer; I am sure it was!" He seemed ashamed of this outburst and smiled faintly into the motionless eyes of the girl. "What could I have done even if I had had my pockets full of revolvers?" She made an appreciative sign. "Killing's a sin, sure enough," she murmured.
My last bear, through lack of cartridges to finish him, went off with a broken back, dragging himself some miles to where I found him again next morning. It so disgusted me as to put me off wishing to kill for killing's sake ever afterwards. A wounded deer or antelope, or a young motherless fawn, is a most pitiable sight.
"O, keepit, keepit!" wailed my uncle. "We'll have nae bloodshed, if you please." "Well," says Alan, "as ye please; that'll be the dearer." "The dearer?" cries Ebenezer. "Would ye fyle your hands wi' crime?" "Hoot!" said Alan, "they're baith crime, whatever! And the killing's easier, and quicker, and surer. Keeping the lad'll be a fashious job, a fashious, kittle business."
"And to what purpose?" replied Captain Nemo; "only to destroy! We have nothing to do with the whale-oil on board." "But, sir," continued the Canadian, "in the Red Sea you allowed us to follow the dugong." "Then it was to procure fresh meat for my crew. Here it would be killing for killing's sake. I know that is a privilege reserved for man, but I do not approve of such murderous pastime.
Pah, an we could get furs without any Indians, I'd see all their skulls go!" snapped the trader. "If killing's no murder, whose turn comes next?" asked Jack. And that gave Godefroy pause. For what I now tell I offer no excuse. I would but record what savagery meant.
"In a novel, sir, killing's no murder, you surely will admit; and you must also allow something for professional feeling ''tis my occupation; and after five-and-twenty years of constant practice, whether I wield the sword or the pen, the force of habit " "It won't do, sir," interrupted he; "the public don't like it.
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