Everything goes round here, very slow, and seems far off; that's why I can't get along, and I'm that hungry that sometimes I twitch all over.

I'm down.

I ain't got another cent of money and I lost my job at the paint-shop.

There's where I drew down twenty dollars a week painting landscapes on safes, you know, and then--" Geary interrupted him, crying out, "You haven't a cent?
Why, what have you done with your bonds ?" "Bonds ?" repeated Vandover, dazed and bewildered.

"I ain't never had any bonds.