'I want to get away, but can't afford it; devilish low-water with me.

I must have a bicycle.

With that and the camera I may just manage to live; often there seems little enough to live for .-- Tripcony?
Oh, Tripcony's a damned swindler; I've given him up.

Speculation isn't quite so simple as I imagined.

I made a couple of hundred, though--yes, and lost nearly three.' The young man's laugh was less pleasant to hear than formerly.
Altogether, Rolfe observed in him a decline, a loss of refinement as well as of vitality.
'Why don't you go into the country ?' he said.