"Bless you! I'll get another some way.

I never thought that were the way he'd give me a broom and a crossing.

I thought it 'ud be sure to come direct." "Well," said Oliver, after a little pause, "I'll save the fourpence for you.

It'll only be going without my pipe for a few nights, that's all.
That's nothing, Tony." It did not seem much to Tony, who had no idea as yet of the pleasures of smoking; yet he roused up just before falling into his deep sleep at night to step softly to the door, and look in upon Oliver.

He was sitting in his arm-chair, with his pipe between his lips, but there was no tobacco in it; and he was holding more eager converse than ever with his unseen companion.
"Dear Lord!" he said, "I'd do ten times more than this for thee.