As to my making a living at the law--that was pure moonshine.

I haven't opened a law book for twenty years and now it's too late.

People of our class"-- here he looked away from his companion and talked straight at the foot of the bed--"People of our class my boy," he repeated slowly--"when they reach the neck and crop period you spoke of, are at the end of their rope.

There are then but two things left--either to become the inmate of a poorhouse or to become a sponge.

I prefer this bare room as a happy medium, and I am content to stay where I am as long as we three can keep body and soul together.