This is an awfully mean world on business-men that don't look out for themselves all the time." "I should not think you had ever any right to complain of it, deacon," said the lawyer.
"Come, come, now," said the deacon, "I'm not in any condition to be tormented to-day, Reynolds,--I really ain't.

I'm almost crazy.

I suppose old Mrs.Poynter has been at you to get her interest-money out of me, hasn't she ?" "Hasn't spoken a word to me about it," said the lawyer.
"Well, I heard she was after you every night in the meeting--" "She was after me, talking about one sinner or another of her acquaintance, but she didn't mention you, deacon.

It's a sad mistake, perhaps, but in a big town like this a person can't think of everybody at once, you know." "For heaven's sake, Bartram, shut up, and tell me what I have to do.
Time is passing.

I must have a lot of ready cash to-day, somehow, and here are all these securities; the minute I try to sell them people go to asking questions, and you're the only man they can come to.