First there's the Grimshaw o' greed--swinish, heartless greed--the other is the Grimshaw o' vanity--the strutter, with sword at belt, who would have men bow or flee before him." That is all he said of that seventh book and it was enough.
"Soon the Senator will be coming," he remarked presently.

"I have a long letter from him and he asks about you and your aunt and uncle.

I think that he is fond o' you, boy." "I wish you would let me know when he comes," I said.
"I am sure he will let you know, and, by the way, I have heard from another friend o' yours, my lad.

Ye're a lucky one to have so many friends--sure ye are.

Here, I'll show ye the letter.