But what's the good of my carrying on talking, when it's all in your inside as plain as print?
I put the question to you once for all.

Are you going to desert me in my hour of need ?--you know if I've deserted you--or will you give me your hand, and try a fresh deal, and go home (as like as not) a millionaire?
Say no, and God pity me! Say yes, and I'll make the little ones pray for you every night on their bended knees.

"God bless Mr Herrick!" that's what they'll say, one after the other, the old girl sitting there holding stakes at the foot of the bed, and the damned little innocents..

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He broke off.