We do not want pity, in ze second.

Saird, we must seem to trust him, in spite.

I say, yeas! What is pity to us of commerce?
It is contempt.

We trust him on, and we lose what he pocket--a sossand.

We burst on him, and we lose twenty, serty, forty; and we lose reputation." "I'd have every villain hanged," cried Mr.Pole.