I thought I might be a sort of--er--agent for you.

I've handled consider'ble real estate in my time--and--you see what I mean, don't you ?" "Yes," I said, drily; "I see.

Well, Sim, if I decide to engage an agent I'll let you know.

Good morning." "But, hold on, Ros! I--" I did not "hold on." I walked across the road and entered the bank.
Alvin Baker met me in the vestibule.

He seized my hand and shook it violently.
"I declare," he exclaimed, "it does me good to shake hands with a feller that's got the grit you have.