"I am ashamed of you, Tom Brooks. You want me to become a thief, and it is very evident what you would do if you were in my place. What would the gentleman think of me?"
"He don't know you. You can go on State Street to sell papers, so he won't see you."
"Suppose he should see me."
"You can tell him you lost the money. You ain't smart, Luke Walton, or you'd know how to manage."
"No, I am not smart in that way, I confess. I shan't waste any more time talking to you. I'm going home."
"I know what you're going to do. You're goin' to spend all the money on yourself."
"Don't you believe that I mean to return the change?"
"No, I don't."
"I ought not to complain of that. You merely credit me with acting as you would act yourself. How many papers have you got left?"
"Eight."