I've got enough to pay for all that, and you must let me lend you what you want.' 'Lend me money?
You as I haven't spoke to for years ?' 'The more fault mine.

I ought to have come back again long since; you wouldn't have refused an old friend that never meant an unkindness to you.' 'No, it was me as was to blame,' said the other, with choking voice.
'She always told me so, and she always said what was right.

But I can't take it of you, Sidney; I can't! Lend it?
An' where am I goin' to get it from to pay you back?
It won't be so long before I lie like she does there.

It's getting too much for me.' The first tears he had shed rose at this generosity of the man he had so little claim upon.

His passionate grief and the spirit of rebellion, which grew more frenzied as he grew older, were subdued to a sobbing gratitude for the kindness which visited him in his need.