And there she is--a bronchial subject! I HAD to take her and get some warm things.

Well, mother, I shouldn't mind the money if we had any.

And, you know, she OUGHT to keep enough to pay for her season-ticket; but no, she comes to me about that, and I have to find the money." "It's a poor lookout," said Mrs.Morel bitterly.
He was pale, and his rugged face, that used to be so perfectly careless and laughing, was stamped with conflict and despair.
"But I can't give her up now; it's gone too far," he said.

"And, besides, for SOME things I couldn't do without her." "My boy, remember you're taking your life in your hands," said Mrs.
Morel.

"NOTHING is as bad as a marriage that's a hopeless failure.