or so advanced you at odd times.

They've been most affectionate in their inquiries about you." It wasn't pleasant to be reminded thus on my first morning back at work of the burden of debt which still pressed on me from the old, and I humbly hoped bygone, days of my extravagance.

Not even a broken arm or a dangerous fever will wipe off old scores.
Wallop rather enjoyed going through the catalogue of my debts.
"Then there's Tucker, the pastrycook, wants half-a-sov.

at the very least, and Weeden, the tobacconist, a florin for mild cigarettes, and--" "Yes, yes," I said; "I know all about it, and I'm going to pay them all." "That's a good job," remarked Wallop, "and the sooner you tell them all so the better.

They'd all like to have your present address." "I'm not sure that that would console them much," said Crow.