'Oh!' said Val, 'I know the game you are both playing.

I know all about Clem's money.' Val, you know, never says much.

He was playing pool at the time, at the club; but he came back after his stroke, and whispered to me--'You and Tudor must let me have 250 of those shares, and then it'll be all right.' Now Val, you know, is a most determined fellow.
Alaric, when he heard this, looked up into his companion's face to see whether he was talking to the Evil One himself.

Oh, what a net of ruin was closing round him!--how inextricable were the toils into which he had fallen! 'After all,' continued Undy,' what he asks is not much, and I really think you should do it for him.

He is quite willing to give you his assistance at Strathbogy, and he is entitled to some accommodation.' 'Some accommodation!' repeated Alaric, almost lost in the consideration of his own misery.
'Yes; I really think he is.