"We don't scare worth a cent," she snapped, with the virulence of a vixen.
I gits half eat by that crazy skate, an' fired without a cent fer it.
What he gits for fixin' the mill ain't nothin' to me—I don't git a cent on it.
Yes, Martin Wade might leave her but all his property must be left behind—every cent of it.
"Not a cent," says selfish Prudence; and I drop it from my ...