'The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away.'" A quaint wince passed over the stranger's face.
"Father, sir?
That fifteen hundred pounds was going to my father's hand, from whosesoever hand it came, or the loss of it.

And now what is to become of the poor old man, that hussy Dame Fortune only knows--if she knows her own mind an hour together, which I very much doubt.

I worked early and late for that money, sir; up to my knees in mud and water.

Let it be enough for your lofty demands on poor humanity, that I take my loss like a man, with a whistle and a laugh, instead of howling and cursing over it like a baboon.

Let's talk of something else; and lend me five pounds, and a suit of clothes.