"I am going down hill, Emblem, fast." "Oh, dear, dear!" replied the bookseller.

"This is very sad.

One cannot bear to think of the libraries being dispersed and sold off.
And now yours, Mr.Farrar?
Really, yours?
Must it be ?" "'Needs must,'" Mr.Farrar said with a sickly smile, "needs must when the devil drives.

I have parted with half my books already.

But I thought you might like to have this set, because they were once your own." "So I should"-- Mr.Emblem laid a loving hand upon the volumes--"so I should, Mr.Farrar, but not from you; not from you, sir.