I haven't a store up town.

I can't offer it for sale in the open market.

Don't you understand ?" "Say ten dollars." "Six." "Here's a breast-pin and a pair of ear-rings," said Miss Peter; "we'll throw them in;" and she handed Jerkin, as he was called, the bits of jewelry she had taken from the person of Flora Bond.

He looked at them almost contemptuously as he replied, "Wouldn't give you a dollar for the set." "Say eight dollars for the whole," urged Pinky.
"Six fifty, and not a cent more," answered Jerkin.
"Hand over, then, you old cormorant!" returned the girl, fretfully.
"It's a shame to swindle us in this way." The man took out his pocket-book and paid the money, giving half to each of the girls.
"It's just a swindle!" repeated Pinky.

"You're an old hard-fisted money-grubber, and no better than a robber.