I wonder whether his success will come while I am allied to him.

I have been used to consider myself an unlucky wretch, a creature of ill-fortune to others as well as to myself.

It is a foolish superstition, perhaps, to fancy one's self set apart for an evil destiny; but the Eumenides have been rather hard upon me.

Those "amiable" deities, whom they of Colonae tried so patiently to conciliate with transparent flatteries, have marked me for their prey from the cradle--I don't suppose that cradle was paid for, by the bye.
I wonder whether there is an avenging deity whose special province it is to pursue the insolvent--a Nemesis of the Bankruptcy Court.
My Sheldon's epistle bears the evidence of a very subtle brain, as I think.

It is longer than his previous letters.