I'll do my best to turn 'em into money." "You're a jewel yourself, Sally.

That's all I want.

Adieu, mistress, and good luck go with you." Rofflash swaggered out and as he made his way to the bridge he pondered deeply over the mystery of woman.

Here was Sally Salisbury, a "flaunting extravagant quean," always over head and ears in debt, refusing a chance to put money in her purse just because she had a fancy for a man who maybe was as poor as a church mouse.

Yet, as regarded men generally, Sally was a daughter of the horseleech! "Humph," muttered Rofflash, "so much the better.