But it's all the result of this famine.

And yet they know I'm wealthy.

I say, what's this your name is ?" "Never mind that--an old acquaintance.

Hell and torments! what's this?
O!" "The weather's pleasant, Topertoe.

I say, Topertoe, what's this your name is ?" "O! O!" exclaimed Topertoe, who felt one or two desperate twinges of his prevailing malady; "curse me, Manifold, but I think I would exchange with you; your complaint is an easy one compared to mine.