I have this morning, in his presents, solamly toar up my will; and hereby renounce all connection with you and your beggarly family.
"SUSAN HOGGARTY.
"P.S .-- I took a viper into my bosom, _and it stung me_." I confess that, on the first reading of this letter, I was in such a fury that I forgot almost the painful situation in which it plunged me, and the ruin hanging over me.
"What a fool you were, Titmarsh, to write that letter!" said Mr.
Smithers.

"You have cut your own throat, sir,--lost a fine property,--written yourself out of five hundred a year.

Mrs.Hoggarty, my client, brought the will, as she says, downstairs, and flung it into the fire before our faces." "It's a blessing that your wife was from home," added Gus.

"She went to church this morning with Dr.Salt's family, and sent word that she would spend the day with them.

She was always glad to be away from Mrs.H., you know." "She never knew on which side her bread was buttered," said Mr.Smithers.
"You should have taken the lady when she was in the humour, sir, and have borrowed the money elsewhere.