And we have to pay it all or go without.

Here are the ploughs right here, in sight of the land they have got to be used on, the season just ready for them, and we can't touch them.

Oh," he exclaimed in deep disgust, "isn't it a pretty mess! Isn't it a farce! the whole dirty business!" S.Behrman listened to him unmoved, his little eyes blinking under his fat forehead, the gold chain of hollow links clicking against the pearl buttons of his waistcoat as he breathed.
"It don't do any good to let loose like that, Harran," he said at length.

"I am willing to do what I can for you.

I'll hurry the ploughs through, but I can't change the freight regulation of the road." "What's your blackmail for this ?" vociferated Harran.