I dare not return to Hungary." "You--I'll--I'll not believe it! What do you mean ?" "I am ruined financially, that's all.

My funds are at an end.

My estates are gone! My agent tells me he can send me no more money.
How much do you think," she said, with a little _moue_, "we can do in the way of deporting blacks out of my earnings--well, say as teacher of music, or of French ?" "I'll not believe it--you--why, you've been used to riches, luxuries, all your life! And I--why, I've helped impoverish you! I've been spending your money.

A ship-load of blacks, against you?
My God! I'd have cut my hand off rather." She showed him the correspondence, proof of all that she had said, and he read with a face haggard in unhappiness.' "There' There!" she said.

"You've not heard me make any outcry yet, have you?
Why should you, then?
I have seen men lay down their lives for a principle, a belief.