I had everything; I no longer have anything--nothing but my two hands.

They earned me my bread for twenty-five years; they will earn it for me now until the day of my death.

I had a beautiful dream; it is ended." Before this outburst of despair, M.d'Escorval turned pale.
"You must exaggerate your misfortune," he faltered; "explain what has happened." Unconscious of what he was doing, M.Lacheneur threw his hat upon a chair, and flinging back his long, gray hair, he said: "To you I will tell all.

I came here for that purpose.

I know you; I know your heart.