I doubt if he has a stiver left.

I know he drew some money from the _Craftsman_ yesterday." "What, does he write for that scurrilous, venomous print ?" cried Gay, visibly disturbed.
"Not of his own will.

He hates the paper and he hates Amherst, who owns it.

But what is a man to do when poverty knocks at the door ?" "That may be.

Still--I wish he had nothing to do with that abusive fellow, Nicholas Amherst, who calls himself 'Caleb D'Anvers,' why I know not, unless he's ashamed of the name his father gave him.