I don't want to live on charity.

I can work.

I'd love to work--for you." "You're a rum little devil, aren't you ?" said Saltash.
"I'm honest, sir! Really I'm honest!" Desperately the bony hands clung.
"You won't be sorry if you take me.

I swear you'll never be sorry!" "What about you ?" said Saltash.

He was looking down into the upraised face with a semi-quizzical compassion in his own.