You know as well as me I can't show in the thing.
Hanged if I wouldn't almost lief risk a lifer out at Botany Bay for the sake o' wringing my fine-feathered bird myself, but I daren't.

If he was to see me in it, all 'ud be up.

You must do it.

Get along; you look uncommon respectable.

If your coat-tails was a little longer, you might right and away be took for a parson." The Jew laughed softly, the welsher grimly, at the compliment they paid the Church; Baroni put up his papers into a neat Russia letter book.
Excellently dressed, without a touch of flashiness, he did look eminently respectable--and lingered a moment.
"I say, dear child; vat if de Marquis vant to buy off and hush up?
Ten to von he vill; he care no more for monish than for dem macaroons, and he love his friend, dey say." Ben Davis took his legs off the table with a crash, and stood up, flushed, thirstily eager, almost aggressive in his peremptory excitement.
"Without wringing my dainty bird's neck?
Not for a million paid out o' hand! Without crushing my fine gentleman down into powder?
Not for all the blunt of every one o' the Rothschilds! Curse his woman's face! I've got to keep dark now; but when he's crushed, and smashed, and ruined, and pilloried, and drove out of this fine world, and warned off of all his aristocratic race-courses, then I'll come in and take a look at him; then I'll see my brilliant gentleman a worn-out, broken-down swindler, a dying in the bargain!" The intense malignity, the brutal hungry lust for vengeance that inspired the words, lent their coarse vulgarity something that was for the moment almost tragical in its strength; almost horrible in its passion.