It was stocks," he added in a whisper.
"And you were afraid to tell me that!" I cried.

"You poor, old, cheerless dreamer! what would it matter what you did or didn't?
Can't you see we're doomed?
And anyway, that's not my point.

It's how I stand that I want to know.

There is a particular reason.

Am I clear?
Have I a certificate, or what have I to do to get one?
And when will it be dated?
You can't think what hangs by it!" "That's the worst of all," said Jim, like a man in a dream, "I can't see how to tell him!" "What do you mean ?" I cried, a small pang of terror at my heart.
"I'm afraid I sacrificed you, Loudon," he said, looking at me pitifully.
"Sacrificed me ?" I repeated.