The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

MR. TODD ossory. That’s it! they won’t trust, those dogs! To put it short—{fa spasm of agony crosses his face|—Good Lord alive, /’m short! If I can’t find a couple of hundred thousand before the twelfth I’ll be hammered. EUPHEMIA. And so ? ossory. Very decent young fellow, little Delhomme. I can borrow half a million from him if I want it; but I don’t care to unless—unless things—unless you EUPHEMIA. I’m the goods, am I? You old bear! ossory. I know, Phemie, I know. It’s those damned bulls on Wall Street! How could I foresee—— EUPHEMIA. At least you might have foreseen that I was not a bale of cotton. ossory. But I shall be hammered, my dear child. We shall all have to go to the workhouse! EUPHEMIA. [coldly]. I thought mamma had three thousand a year of her own. ossory. That’s just what I say. The workhouse! EUPHEMIA. My dear father, I really can’t pity you. I think you're a fool, and you've insulted me. Good morning ! [She goes out. ossory. Oh, the disgrace of it, the shame of it! She little knows How will the Receiver look at that Galapagos turtle deal? Receivers are damned fools. And juries are worse. Ah, Phemie, so little a sacrifice for the father who has given all for you—and she refuses! Cruel! Cruel! Which way can I turn? Is there nobody whose credit Let’s think. Jenkins? No good. Maur? Too suspicious—a nasty, sly, sneaking fellow! Higginbotham, Ramspittle, Rosenbaum, Hoggenheimer, Flipp, Montgomery, MacAn—no, hang it! 229