I can't tell how soon I may not want you.

If there's any difficulty in tracing the note, your hand will have to go into your pocket again.

Can't you get the lawyer to join you?
Lord! how I should enjoy squandering _his_ money! It's a downright disgrace to me to have only got one guinea out of him.

I could tear my flesh off my bones when I think of it." The same night Old Sharon started for France, by way of Dover and Calais.
Two days elapsed, and brought no news from Moody's agent.

On the third day, he received some information relating to Sharon--not from the man himself, but in a letter from Isabel Miller.
"For once, dear Robert," she wrote, "my judgment has turned out to be sounder than yours.