"Come, quick!" he said, and leaving the drug-store he broke into a run for the Elevated, with Gladys following.
"There ain't no use in your runnin'," said she.

"You know yourself you can't git down to Cortlandt Street, and walk to the ferry in ten minutes.

I never went but oncet, but I know it can't be did." Wollaston slackened his pace.

"That is so," he said.

Then he looked at Maria in a kind of angry despair.