When I get something new thought out I'll let you know." Then he began emptying his pockets of money and heaping it on the table, small coins, bills, big and little.
"What on earth is that ?" "That," said the Harvester, giving the heap a shove of contempt, "that is the price of my pride and humiliation.

That is what it cost people who allowed me to cheek my way into their homes and rob them, as one maid said, for my own purposes.

Doc, where on earth does all the money come from?
In almost every house I entered, women had it to waste, in many cases to throw away.

I never saw so much paid for nothing in all my life.

That whole heap is from mushrooms and flowers." "What are you piling it there for ?" "For your free ward.