"But we must get that love-sick youth out of the way ...

him and his airs of Providence in disguise....
Something must be done to part him from the wench effectually and completely ...

something that would force him to quit this neighborhood ...

forever, if possible." She did not reply immediately, but fixed her large, dark eyes upon him, silently for a while, then she murmured: "If I only knew!" "Knew what ?" "If I could trust you, Marmaduke!" He laughed, a harsh, cruel laugh which grated upon her ear.
"We know too much of one another, my dear Editha, not to trust each other." "My whole future depends on you.

I am penniless.