"I tell you I've been playing like--never mind what, this last month, and I've lost every night.

Then I've got another woman in tow, that costs--oh curse her, what don't she cost, what with money and bother ?--In short, if I don't get something from somewhere, in a few months I shall be in Queer Street.

What chance is there of the parson's dying ?" "It don't matter much to you when he dies, I expect," said she, "for you may depend that those that's got hold of him won't let his money come into your hands.

He's altered his will, you may depend on it." "Do you really think so ?" "I should think it more probable than not.

You see that old matter with the Bank is known all over the country, although they don't seem inclined to push it against you, for some reason.