But it is hard work for me, and now I have an opportunity of doing better, if I can get a little money.

Perhaps my mother can let me have it; it is what I have come to ask for." "How are you working?
What at ?" "In a stable-yard." "A stable-yard!" she uttered, in a deeply shocked tone.

"Richard!" "Did you expect it would be as a merchant, or a banker, or perhaps as secretary to one of her majesty's ministers--or that I was a gentleman at large, living on my fortune ?" retorted Richard Hare, in a tone of chafed anguish, painful to hear.

"I get twelve shillings a week, and that has to find me in everything!" "Poor Richard, poor Richard!" she wailed, caressing his hand and weeping over it.

"Oh, what a miserable night's work that was! Our only comfort is, Richard, that you must have committed the deed in madness." "I did not commit it at all," he replied.
"What!" she exclaimed.
"Barbara, I swear that I am innocent; I swear I was not present when the man was murdered; I swear that from my own positive knowledge, my eyesight, I know no more who did it than you.