His keeping his wife without money passes comprehension.

After serving him for a few months, I had a store invested to support me for years--as much as I need before I join the ranks of the pen.

I was at my reading and writing and drowsing, and down he rushes: I 'm in harness again.

I can't say it's dead waste of time; besides I pick up an independence for the days ahead.

But I don't respect myself for doing the work.