Strictly Speaking, There Are No Real Substitutes

We Didn't Exactly Believe Your Story.' Then --?' 'we Believed Your Two Hundred Dollars.' 'you Mean --' She Seemed Not To Know What He Meant. 'i Mean That You Paid Us More Than If You'd Been Telling The Truth,' He Explained Blandly, 'and Enough More To Make It All Right.

I Haven't Any Sort Of Plans For The Future But I Reckon Things Will Work Out In Some Manner.

The Face She Made At Me Was Probably Meant For A Smile. Whatever It Was, It Beat Me. I Was Afraid She'd Do It Again, So I Surrendered

To Get What He Wanted, A Man Had To Give Other People What They Wanted.

The Outcome Of Successful Planning Always Looks Like Luck To Saps.