Who knew but my uncle had foreseen the result of his bequest; my rage, my pride, and finally lighting a cigar with his check?
It really might make his spirit writhe to better effect if I became benefited.

Sober second thought is more or less a profitable investment.
On the morrow everything was arranged for my departure.

I was to leave Saturday morning.
It was a beautiful day, crisp and clear, with a bare ground which rang to the heel.

In the afternoon I wandered over to the Park and sat down on a bench, and watched the skaters as they glided to and fro.

I caught myself wishing that I was a boy again, with an hour's romp on the sheeny crust in view.