It beat only for her.

Potts was to tell his employers at the store that he parted with them with regret, but doubtless they would find some other person more worthy of their confidence and esteem.

He said he didn't care where he was buried, but let it be in some lonely place far from the turmoil and trouble of the world--some place where the grass grows green and where the birds come to carol in the early spring-time.
Mr.Potts asked him if he preferred a deep or a shallow grave; but Mr.
Lamb said it made very little difference--when the spirit was gone, the mere earthly clay was of little account.

He owed seventy cents for billiards down at the saloon, and Potts was to pay that out of the money in his hands, and to request the clergyman not to preach a sermon at the cemetery.

Then he shook hands with Potts and went away to his awful doom.
The next morning Mr.Potts wrote to Julia, stopped in to tell them at the store, and nearly killed Mrs.Lamb with the intelligence.