You may think how I felt, Clara, with her lyin' there, and I hadn't got as much as would pay for a coffin.

It was Sidney Kirkwood found the money--he did! There was never man had as good a friend as he's been to me; I shall never have a chance of payin' what I owe him.

Things is better with me now, but I'd rather beg my bread in the streets than you should go away.

Don't be afraid, my dearest.

I promise you nobody shan't come near.