But desire persecuted me every day and all day long; so, within the week I found myself hunting for larger cigars than I had been used to smoke; then larger ones still, and still larger ones.

Within the fortnight I was getting cigars made for me--on a yet larger pattern.

They still grew and grew in size.
Within the month my cigar had grown to such proportions that I could have used it as a crutch.

It now seemed to me that a one-cigar limit was no real protection to a person, so I knocked my pledge on the head and resumed my liberty.
To go back to that young Canadian.

He was a "remittance man," the first one I had ever seen or heard of.