You may have heard, of course, of the Patapsco where Mr.Temple kept the largest part of his fortune." "No, except that it about ruined everybody who had anything to do with it." "Then you have heard nothing of the REsuscitation!" cried Gadgem, all his fingers opened like a fan, his eyebrows arched to the roots of his hair.

"You surPRISE me! And you are really ignorant of the PHOEnix-like way in which it has RISen from its ashes?
I said RISen, sir, because it is now but a dim speck in the financial sky.

Nor the appointment of Mr.
John Gorsuch as manager, ably backed by your DIStinguished father--the setting of the bird upon its legs--I'm speaking of the burnt bird, sir, the PHOEnix.

I'm quite sure it was a bird--Nor the payment on the first of the ensuing month of some eighty per cent of the amounts due the ORIGinal depositors and another twenty per cent in one year thereafter--The cancelling of the mortgage which your most BEnevolent and HONorable father bought, and the sly trick of Gorsuch--letting Fogbin, who never turned up, become the sham tenant--and the joy--" "Hold on Mr.Gadgem--I'm not good at figures.

Give me that over again and speak slower.