And now we can deliver them from great misery." "But my money ?" he interposed.
"Money is nothing between friends," she said eagerly.

"Will you make my life miserable, father?
I shall be thinking of them always, night and day; and they will never see me again if he is sent to jail through our fault.

There never was a kinder man than he is; and I always thought him a good man till now." "A thief; worse than a common thief," said her father.

"What will become of my little daughter when I am dead ?" Phebe made no answer except by tears.

For a few minutes old Marlowe watched her bowed head and face hidden in her hands, till a gray hue came upon his withered face, and the angry gleam died away from his eyes.