I had sooner it were so than that she had a hundred.
But to her came no such subtle consolation.

To lack money was a new horror, untried, undreamt of; the thing had come to her all her days in such measure as she needed it, its want had never thwarted her desires or confined her purpose.

To lack the price of post-horses seemed to her as strange as to go fasting for want of bread.
"What shall we do ?" she cried in a dismay greater than all the perils of the night had summoned to her heart.
We had about us wealth enough; Louis' dagger was in my belt, his ring on her finger.

Yet of what value were they, since there was nobody to buy them?
To offer such wares in return for a carriage would seem strange and draw suspicion.

I doubted whether even in Dover I should find a Jew with whom to pledge my dagger, and to Dover in broad day I dared not go.
I took up my oars and set again to rowing.