I am only taken for a paltry thirty pounds or so." "Thirty-three, fifteen, five," suggested Cartwright, in a muffled whisper, his mouth being full of biscuit.
"But once they get me to a sponging-house, detainers will pour in, and my cruel creditors will confine me for life." "It is the best place for you.

It will put a stop to your wickedness, and I shall be at peace.

That's what I have never known, night or day, this three years." "But you will not be happy if you see me go to prison before your eyes.
Were you ever inside a prison?
Just think what it must be to be cooped up in those cold grim cells all alone; for they use a debtor like a criminal now." Phoebe shuddered; but she said, bravely, "Well, tell THEM you have been a-courting.

There was a time I'd have died sooner than see a hair of your head hurt; but it is all over now; you have worn me out." Then she began to cry.
Falcon heaved a deep sigh.

"It is no more than I deserve," said he.
"I'll pack up my things, and go with the officer.