As I get older, I want it more and more, and get more and more tired of my shambling sort of existence.

I love this old place and I love the country.

I'd like nothing so much as to be able to live here, try my hand at farming, paint a little, read a little, and get as much hunting as I could.' Helen, blowing a ring of smoke and watching it softly hover, made no comment on these prefatory remarks.
'Well, as you know,' said Gerald, 'to do that needs money; and I've none.

And you know that the only solution we could ever find was that I should marry money.

And you know that I never found a woman with money whom I liked well enough.' He was not looking at Helen as he said this; his eyes were on the shabby old carpet that he was pacing.