 | Randolph |  |
I fear that you are a gambler. If you are—Sir—beware.
Do not approach me. I would rather encounter
a murderer. I would rather put an angel into the
arms of one, reeking with the blood of his own father.
What is he, but the murderer of soul and body—wife and
children—father and mother—people and kindred?
| Randolph | |