It vanishes in the transfer of its title and is no more.

Who seeks to buy it gains only loss.
It is the one thing which distinguishes manhood from property.

Who sells his honor sells his manhood and becomes simply a thing of meat and blood and bones--a thing to be watched and driven and cudgelled like the ox--for he has sold that he can not buy, not if all the riches in the world were his." A little silence followed the words.

Then Uncle Peabody said: "That's the kind o' stuff in our granary.

We've been reapin' it out o' the books Mr.Grimshaw scolded about, a little here an' a little there for years, an' we knew it was good wheat.