She might refuse one or two.

But she would not refuse them all.
Then, in his despair, he murmured, "Would to God I had never seen her!" He made a fierce resolve he would go home, and tell his mother she could pack up.
He quickened his steps, for fear his poor sorrowful heart should falter.
But, when he had settled on this course, lo! a fountain of universal hatred seemed to bubble in his heart.

He burned to inflict some mortal injury upon Jobson, Parkin, Grotait, Cheetham, and all who had taken a part, either active or passive, in goading him to despair.

Now Mr.
Cheetham's works lay right in his way; and it struck him he could make Cheetham smart a little.

Cheetham's god was money.