Have you no faith in them?
Why should you not believe it possible that the ingredients which have made so great a change in you and that child, may not influence for the better the whole world of your fellow-creatures?
Omit for a moment the reflection that you yourself would benefit so much by the acceptance of my offer.
Consider only your fellow human creatures.

Don't you realize--can't you see that in acceding to our offer you will be acting the part of a philanthropist ?" "Mr.Bomford," Burton said, leaning a little forward, "in all your arguments you forget one thing.

My stock of these beans is already perilously low.

When they are gone, I remain no more what I hope and believe I am at the present moment.

Once more I revert to the impossible: I become the auctioneer's clerk--a commonplace, material, vulgar, objectionable little bounder, whose doings and feelings I sometimes dimly remember.