18/42 Catch me killing a milk-cow! You give me a percentage on your profits, and I'm dumb." "Then all you want is more money ?" "That is all; and I shall not want that in a month's time." "I have brought L100, Leonard," she said, timidly. Hand it over." Two white hands trembled at the strings of a little bag, and took out ten crisp notes. "This will last me till I have found Bartley and Hope, and made my fortune." "Hope!" said Mrs.Braham. "Oh, pray keep clear of him! Pray don't attack _him_ again. He is such an able man!" "I will not attack him again to be defeated. |