I'll bet he's paid interest demanded by the other stockholders in that bank you borrowed from.

Why, he's our friend!" "Aye, and I see more," boomed the father.

"He fetched his lass up here to make eyes at my son.

I saw her--the sly wench!...

Boy, you'll not marry her!" Kurt choked back his mounting rage.
"Certainly I never will," he said, bitterly.