For myself, I don't care much really, but my mother--she would feel it.

That's why I say you can help us, if you will." "I should like to help _you!"_ says Tita, still very slowly.
She lays a stress upon the word "you." "Well, will you trust yourself to me ?" "Trust myself!" "Will you marry me?
Consider how it is.

I lay it all before you.

I am not in love with you, and I have not a penny in the world.
Literally, I have nothing." "You have a mother," says Tita.

"I," pathetically, "have nothing." It is plain to him that she had set great store by her dead father.
"I have nothing, really.