One ought to see him wince and--cuss 'em all!--that's just what they'll never do.

No! not if it was ever so.

You may pitch into 'em like Old Harry, and those d----d fine gentlemen will just look as if they liked it.

You might strike 'em dead at your feet, and it's my belief, while they was cold as stone they'd manage to look not beaten yet.

It's a fleecing of one--a fleecing of one!" he growled afresh; draining down a great draught of brandy-heated Roussillon to drown the impatient conviction which possessed him that, let him triumph as he would, there would ever remain, in that fine intangible sense which his coarse nature could feel, though he could not have further defined it, a superiority in his adversary he could not conquer; a difference between him and his prey he could not bridge over.
The Jew laughed a little.
"Vot a child you are, you Big Ben! Vot matter how he look, so long as you have de success and pocket de monish ?" Big Ben gave a long growl, like a mastiff tearing to reach a bone just held above him.
"Hang the blunt! The yellows ain't a quarter worth to me what it 'ud be to see him just look as if he knew he was knocked over.