You see I've let myself believe too much--for dad's sake.

I don't care about the money for myself....

Money! What good will money be to me--now?
It's over for me....

To get the wheat cut--harvested--that's all I hoped....

The army--war--France--I go to be--" "Hush!" whispered Lenore, and she put a soft hand upon his lips, checking the end of that bitter speech.