Give me back mine shop and mine business that you stole from me.

You are a rich man and ride in your carriage, and I am the beggar, but I would not change with you.
The great gods shall mock at you.

Money you shall have in plenty while I starve, but never your heart's desire, for like a dog did you bite the hand that fed you." Suddenly his utterance was choked by a violent fit of coughing, and he stared at Jonah, crazed with hate and prophetic fury.

A crowd began to gather, and Jonah, afraid of being recognized, walked rapidly away.
"Now yer can see fer yerself," he cried, sullenly.
"Yes, I see," said Clara, strangely excited; "and I think you would be as cruel with a woman as you are with a man." "I've given yer no cause ter say that," protested Jonah.
"Perhaps not," said Clara; "but that man won't last through the winter unless he's cared for.

And if he dies, his blood will be on your head, and your luck will turn.