The Main Street lot's a good one, and my house'll look good on it.

And I'll make money by the deal." "Yes, but you've always swore by that saltwater view of yours.

Told me yourself you never wanted to live anywheres else." Captain Sol took the cigar from his lips, looked at it, then threw it violently into the gutter.
"What difference does it make where I live ?" he snarled.

"Who in blazes cares where I live or whether I live at all ?" "Sol Berry, what on airth--" "Shut up! Let me alone, Sim! I ain't fit company for anybody just now.
Clear out, there's a good feller." The next moment he was striding down the hill.

Mr.Phinney drew a long breath, scratched his head and shook it solemnly.