Let all allusion to him between you and me be interdicted from this time forth.
And therefore, love'-- he drew her quickly to him, for the time of parting had now come--'in the first letter that you write to me through the Post Office, addressed to New York; and in all the others that you send through Pinch; remember he has no existence, but has become to us as one who is dead.

Now, God bless you! This is a strange place for such a meeting and such a parting; but our next meeting shall be in a better, and our next and last parting in a worse.' 'One other question, Martin, I must ask.

Have you provided money for this journey ?' 'Have I ?' cried Martin; it might have been in his pride; it might have been in his desire to set her mind at ease: 'Have I provided money?
Why, there's a question for an emigrant's wife! How could I move on land or sea without it, love ?' 'I mean, enough.' 'Enough! More than enough.

Twenty times more than enough.

A pocket-full.
Mark and I, for all essential ends, are quite as rich as if we had the purse of Fortunatus in our baggage.' 'The half-hour's a-going!' cried Mr Tapley.
'Good-bye a hundred times!' cried Mary, in a trembling voice.
But how cold the comfort in Good-bye! Mark Tapley knew it perfectly.
Perhaps he knew it from his reading, perhaps from his experience, perhaps from intuition.