I would like to go to business.

I would like to make money.

There are days in which I feel that I could run a thousand spindles or manage a department store very well and very happily." "Why do you talk of things impossible?
Good-bye!" "Until seven o'clock ?" "Until seven." He had dismounted to speak to her and, holding Bendigo's bridle, had walked with her to the Harlow residence.

He now said, "Good-bye," and the light of a true, passionate lover was on his face, as he leaped into the saddle.

She watched him out of sight and then went into her home, and with an inscrutable smile, began to arrange the ferns and bluebells in a vase of cream-colored wedgewood.
In the meantime John had reached the Hatton mill, and after his long absence he looked up at it with conscious pride.