I saw by the look he gave me, that he hadn't really seen me till then.
"Well," he answered, "what the devil is there to be ashamed of now?"
"Of being caught—that's what."
"Oh!"
He tilted back again on his chair and laughed softly.
"Then you're not ashamed of your profession?"
"Are you of yours?"
"Well—there's a slight difference."
"Not much, whatever it may be. It's your graft—it's everybody's—to take all he can get, and keep out of jail. That's mine, too."
"But you see I keep out of jail."