"I need it so much."
"Not a copper cent, missus, so hand it over."
"Here it is, eleven dollars."
"It is not enough, for I need more."
"It is all I have."
"You've got jewellery."
"I've a little, souvenirs of my girlhood."
"Durn yer girlhood! Yer should forgit it; so hand it over."
"I will not!" she said firmly.
"Then I chokes that neck o' yours ontil yer can't preach, and takes all."