"What, and go without money!"

"I have none to give you. You may believe me when I say so. I have
not a dollar in the house."

Before he spoke again he raised the half empty bottle to his mouth,
and drank as long as there was a drop to drink. "There," said he,
putting the bottle down, "I am better after that. As to the other,
you are right, and I will take it with me. And now, young woman,
about the money?"

"I tell you that I have not a dollar."

"Look here," said he, and he spoke now in a softer voice, as though
he would be on friendly terms with her. "Give me ten sovereigns,
and I will go. I know you have it, and with ten sovereigns it is
possible that I may save my life. You are good, and would not wish
that a man should die so horrid a death. I know you are good.
Come, give me the money." And he put his hands up, beseeching her,
and looked into her face with imploring eyes.

"On the word of a Christian woman I have not got money to give you,"
she replied.

"Nonsense?" And as he spoke he took her by the arm and shook her.
He shook her violently so that he hurt her, and her breath for a
moment was all but gone from her. "I tell you you must make dollars
before I leave you, or I will so handle you that it would have been
better for you to coin your very blood."