What would they not have given for that pocket-handkerchief now! "Yes," said Mr.Meeson, "it seems we have none.

I haven't even get a bank-note, or I might have written in blood upon that; though I have got a hundred sovereigns in gold--I grabbed them up before I bolted from the cabin.

But I say--excuse me, Miss Smithers, but--um--ah--oh! hang modesty--haven't you got some linen on, somewhere or other, that you could spare a bit of?
You shan't lose by giving it to me.

There, I promise that I will tear up the agreement if ever I get out of this--which I shan't--which I shan't--and I will write on the linen that it is to be torn up.

Yes, and that you are to have five thousand pounds legacy too, Miss Smithers.