But you're just coming into your own--what Raggles said, what I told you yesterday.

But it can't be.

You can hold on.

I'll do all the drudgery for you.

I'll work night and day." And he tramped up and down the room, uttering the disconnected phrases which an honest young soul unaccustomed to express itself emotionally blurts out in moments of deep feeling.
"It's no use, Dale," said I, "I've got my marching orders." "But why should they come just now ?" "When the sweets of office are dangling at my lips?
It's pretty simple." I laughed.