I could take a thrashing rather than not on with the gloves to begin the day.

Look at those boats! Fancy my having to go down to the city.

It makes me feel like my blood circulating the wrong way.
My father'll suffer some day, for keeping me at this low ebb of cash, by jingo!" He uttered this with a prophetic fierceness.
"I cannot even scrape together enough for entrance money to a Club.
It's sickening! I wonder whether I shall ever get used to banking work?
There's an old clerk in our office who says he should feel ill if he missed a day.

And the old porter beats him--bangs him to fits.

I believe he'd die off if he didn't see the house open to the minute.