Who taught you to think that?
Not your Uncle Peter; he loves me--I love him.

Who taught you such nonsense ?" His voice had risen with every sentence.

In his indignation he looked twice his size.

"Is not my money as good as that man Breen's--who insults you when you go to him ?--and who laughed at you?
Have I laughed at you?
Does Mr.Grayson laugh ?" Jack tried to interrupt, but the tailor's words poured on.
"And now let me tell you one thing more, Mr.John Breen.

I do not give you the bonds.