I know you have rich friends.

I have been hearing of your successes.

Perhaps the old lady, Mrs.G., will oblige you.

I trust to your good sense to see that the hundred must be forthcoming, or it will mean disgrace for us all.
Your father, J.P.
Grace limply held the letter in one hand.
"Oh, poor, poor Anne!" she groaned, wiping away the tears that had welled up into her eyes and were running down her cheeks.
"I feel just as you do, my child," went on Miss Thompson.

"I am deeply, bitterly sorry for this unfortunate child.