"Ah, grocers, they beat all, they do.

You can starve or you can bankrupt, that's their gospel; 'You don't matter to me, _I've_ got to make money!'" "What do you want to be pasting the grocers for," Orango asked, "as long as they've always been like that?
They're Messrs.

Thief & Sons." After a silence, Remus coughed, to encourage his voice, and said, "I'm a grocer." Then Margat said to him artlessly, "Well, what about it, old chap?
We know well enough, don't we, that here on earth profit's the strongest of all." "Why, yes, to be sure, old man," Remus replied.
* * * * * * One day, while we were carrying our straw to our billets, one of my lowly companions came up and questioned me as he walked.

"I'd like you to explain to me why there isn't any justice.

I've been to the captain to ask for leave that I'd a right to and I shows him a letter to say my aunt's shortly deceased.