I only get a pound a month and my board." "My dear boy, I congratulate you.

Twelve pounds a year! Now, wasn't it a pity you didn't take that L5 note I offered you?
Suppose you take it now!" Mr Halgrove put his hand to his pocket and took out his purse.
"No!" exclaimed Jeffreys, in a tone that made Trimble, who was busy engaged in inspecting the architecture of the minster from behind a deep buttress close to the speaker, jump--"I'd sooner die!" "Don't do that, my dear fellow, don't do that," said Mr Halgrove, with a smile which belied the anger he felt at the refusal; "rather than that I'll keep the money.

I have no wish to commit a murder.

It's not in my line.

That's one point in which you and I differ, isn't it ?" Jeffreys made as though he would spring upon him.