I do trust you lost.' 'You have your wish, sir.' 'To have won their money, Gower! Rather starve.' 'I did.' 'Your reason for playing, poor lad ?' 'The reason eludes reason.' 'Not in you.' 'Sight of the tables; an itch to try them--one's self as well; a notion that the losers were playing wrong.

In fine, a bit of a whirl of a medley of atoms; I can't explain it further.' 'Ah.

The tippler's fumes in his head! Spotty business, Gower Woodseer.
"Lead us not into temptation" is worldly wisdom in addition to heavenly.' After listening to an extended homily, with a general assent and tobacco's phlegm, Gower replied to his father's 'You starved manfully ?' nodding: 'From Baden to Nancy.

An Alsatian cottager at times helped me along, milk and bread.' 'Wholesome for body and for soul.' 'Entering Nancy I subscribed to the dictum of our first fathers, which dogs would deliver, if they could speak: that there is no driver like stomach: and I went head on to the College, saw the Principal: plea of urgency.

No engagement possible, to teach either French or English.