But only a year ago I was on the road to making a good thing out of one or two of the so-called 'kings of finance'-- then I suddenly took a 'scunner' as we Scots say, at the whole lot, and hated and despised myself for ever so much as thinking that it might serve my own ends to become their tool.

So I just cast off ropes like a ship, and steamed out of harbour." "Into the wide sea!" said Mary, looking at him with a smile that was lovely in its radiance and sympathy.
"Into the wide sea--yes!" he answered--"And sea that was pretty rough at first.

But one can get accustomed to anything--even to the high rock-a-bye tossing of great billows that really don't want to put you to sleep so much as to knock you to pieces.

But I'm galloping along too fast.

From the time I made friends with young bulls to the time I began to scrape acquaintance with newspaper editors is a far cry--and in the interim my father died.