You know what I mean?
She's different.

She's going to be a singer, and travel around giving concerts--she told me so once." Harold was disposed to be fair.

"I don't want anybody to feel sorry for me.

I suppose she felt that way, and tried to help me." Here he paused and his voice changed.

"But when I'm a cattle king out West and can buy her the best home in Des Moines--maybe she won't pity me so much.
Anyhow, there's nothing left for me but to emigrate.