A man can't be wise all the time.

In a heedless moment I gave my darling No.

6--excuse my calling her thus, as her other name has escaped me for the moment--a breast-pin.

It was only worth twenty-five dollars--that is, apparently that was its whole cost--but its ultimate cost was inevitably bound to be a good deal more.

You yourself have seen it climb up to six hundred and fifty dollars--and alas, even that is not the end! For I have wives all over this Territory of Utah.