He had never been so sorely pressed.

A dozen schemes which he had in hand, any one of which might turn up a fortune, all languished, and each needed just a little more, money to save that which had been invested.

He hadn't a piece of real estate that was not covered with mortgages, even to the wild tract which Philip was experimenting on, and which had, no marketable value above the incumbrance on it.
He had come home that day early, unusually dejected.
"I am afraid," he said to his wife, "that we shall have to give up our house.

I don't care for myself, but for thee and the children." "That will be the least of misfortunes," said Mrs.Bolton, cheerfully, "if thee can clear thyself from debt and anxiety, which is wearing thee out, we can live any where.

Thee knows we were never happier than when we were in a much humbler home." "The truth is, Margaret, that affair of Bigler and Small's has come on me just when I couldn't stand another ounce.