I wonder--what sort of a woman you are!" "I am your daughter," she reminded him, pleasantly.
"I was never quite so bad as that," he went on, taking a large silk handkerchief from his pocket and dabbing his forehead.

"I had to live and times were hard.

I have cheated the public, perhaps.

I haven't been above playing at cards a little cleverly, or making something where I could out of the weaker men.

But, Elizabeth, I am afraid of you." "Men are generally afraid of the big stakes," she remarked, flicking the ash from her cigarette.