He had caught the break in his voice and knew how manfully he was struggling to keep up.
"Garry, old man." "Yes, Jack." "If Mr.Morris thought that way, then, why won't he help you now?
What's ten thousand to him ?" "Nothing,--not a drop in the bucket! He'd begin drawing the check before I'd finished telling him what I wanted it for.

I'm in a hole and don't know which way to turn, but when I think of what he's done for me I'll rot in hell before I'll take his money." Again his voice had the old ring.
"But, Garry," insisted Jack, "if I can see Morris in the morning and lay the whole matter before him--" "You'll do nothing of the kind, do you hear!--keep still--somebody's coming downstairs.

Not a word if it is Corinne.

She is carrying now all she can stand up under." He passed his hand across his face with a quick movement and brushed the tears from his cheeks.
"Remember, not a word.

I haven't told her everything.