I've plenty for us both.

As long as we can keep together I don't care what I eat, nor what I drink, nor what I put on my poor back.

And if the worst comes to the worst I'll sell the furniture." It seemed to Miss Quincey that she had never known her aunt in all those five-and-twenty years; never known her until this minute.

For perhaps, after all, being angry with Juliana was only Mrs.Moon's way of being sorry for her.

But how was Juliana to know that?
"Only," continued the Old Lady, "I won't part with your uncle's picture.
Don't ask me to part with your uncle's picture." "You won't have to part with anything.