It has all but killed me.' 'The point is,' replied Amy, 'that here we have it complete.

Pack it up and take it to the publishers' to-morrow morning.' 'I will.' 'And--you will ask them to advance you a few pounds ?' 'I must.' But that undertaking was almost as hard to face as a rewriting of the last volume would have been.

Reardon had such superfluity of sensitiveness that, for his own part, he would far rather have gone hungry than ask for money not legally his due.

To-day there was no choice.

In the ordinary course of business it would be certainly a month before he heard the publishers' terms, and perhaps the Christmas season might cause yet more delay.