But my poor father had no money at all, and I can pardon him.

Money was a bright thing to him: like other things to us.

Mr.Pole! What will any one say for you!" The unhappy merchant had made vehement efforts to perplex his hearing, that her words might be empty and not future dragons round his couch.
He was looking forward to a night of sleep as a cure for the evil sensations besetting him--his only chance.

The chance was going; and with the knowledge that it was unjustly torn from him--this one gleam of clear reason in his brain undimmed by the irritable storm which plucked him down--he cried out, to clear himself:-- "They are beggars, both, and all, if they don't marry before two months are out.

I'm a beggar then.