Some one said the other day, "Ennui is a disease that comes from living on other people's money."
Decent, unpretentious folks, somewhat new, but with loads of money.
To have married a girl who cared only for his money; that would have been dire enough.
Well, I'm buying and she's selling, and we'll have that money back.
He ain't been run over—he's gone broke-lost all our money; every last cent.
I tell you he's alive and well, only he's lost your money and Pish's and mine and his own.
You don't want to let him be the one to break it because you lost your money, do you?
That he is afraid to trust banks, and hides his money in the earth.
He don't trust any banks, but keeps his money concealed in the earth.
Some of your money is hidden away in the cellar, I'm thinking.