The idea of losing that sixty thousand dollars, of letting it utterly slide and scuttle and never hearing of it again, seemed the sweetest thing in the world.

And all this took place quite independently of my will, and I sat watching it as if it were a play at the theatre.

I could feel it going on inside of me.

You may depend upon it that there are things going on inside of us that we understand mighty little about." "Jupiter! you make my flesh creep!" cried Tristram.

"And while you sat in your hack, watching the play, as you call it, the other man marched in and bagged your sixty thousand dollars ?" "I have not the least idea.