Victor pulls out his billfold to inspect it, having had precious few coins before and now he draws out strange dollars he doesn't recognize, coins having become paper, though it's still a pitiful sum, totally less than five pounds all together. "Still poor," Victor remarks, given that his money is either funnelled to his experiments, his morphine, or to his rent.
Even Malcolm Murray cannot fund him enough for all his hobbies.
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Even Malcolm Murray cannot fund him enough for all his hobbies.