"I'd be willing to be bruised a little for that sum."
"I would have got it without a bruise but for that brother of yours—dash him!"
"I owe him a grudge myself. I'm with you."
"You must hide me for a day or two till this blows over. The police may be on my track."
"That depends on whether my landlady will let me stay. She's been driving me for back rent."
"How much do you owe her?"
"Two weeks and a half at two dollars a week."
"Here, take that and pay her."
Stephen took the five-dollar gold coin which his companion flung on the bed, but no part of it found its way into the hands of Mrs. Jones.