I'm a poor man, and I live by my wits, and a stroke of business is a stroke of business, no matter how far it's out of the ordinary run.

Your husband don't know this here story; you don't want him to know it, and you come down handsomely and I'll keep your secret." "You have rather spoiled your marketable commodity, then, Mr.Parmalee.
It would have paid you better not to have shared your secret with Sybilla Silver." "She's told you, has she ?" said the artist, rather surprised.

"Now that's what I call mean.

You don't think she'll peach to Sir Everard, do you ?" "I think it extremely likely that she will.

She hates me, Mr.
Parmalee, and Miss Silver would do a good deal for a person she hates.
You should have waited until she became Mrs.Parmalee before making her the repository of your valuable secrets." "It's no good talking about it now, however," said Mr.Parmalee, rather doggedly.