I never took much of a shine to you in the old days.

You was too much of what the story books call a 'gentleman' to suit me.

I've had to scratch all my life for what I've got, but I've got it.

When a young, able feller like you was contented to loaf around as you did and take no interest in nothin', I, naturally, figgered he was no-account.

I see now I was wrong.