The man who speculates blindfold, is a fowl who walks into market to be plucked.
Between being plucked, and having pluck, you'll see a distinction when you know the language better; but you must make use of your head, or the chances are you won't be much of a difference,--eh?
I'll think over your scheme.

I'm not a man to hesitate, if the calculations are sound.

I'll look at the papers here." "My friend, you will decide before zat I go to Italy." said Mr.
Pericles, and presently took his leave.
When he was gone, Mr.Pole turned his chair to the table, and made an attempt to inspect one of the papers deliberately.

Having untied it, he retied it with care, put it aside, marked 'immediate,' and read the letter from Riga anew.

This he tore into shreds, with animadversions on the quality of the rags that had produced it, and opened the important paper once more.