"Oh, there's no use, Guly; I never could convince such a flint-hearted man in the world, of my innocence, if he chose to think me guilty. I was horrified at first, but I've thought of it, and thought of it, till I don't care much. It's my fate, I suppose."
"Don't give up in this way, Arthur; think of your own proud self, of how much depends upon you, of our dear mother, and all that. Don't allow yourself to be crushed."
"Guly, just think of it—a thief!"
"Only so in the opinion of one who will not reflect upon it long enough to see its utter impossibility."
"And all this year's labor lost, Guly; and nothing to send home now to mother."
"We'll try what we can do with my salary, Arthur."
"Pooh! the whole of it just covers the amount lost; and how are you going to live?"
"Don't give it up so, don't! There is One who will never desert those who trust Him. Remember that, Arthur, and look up."
"It is my fate to be forced to look down. It is useless for me to try to struggle against it. I can't be otherwise."
"You are too desponding, Arthur; many a man, now rich and happy, if he could tell his experience in getting