Ay, and some of them not so very distant kinsfolk either.

Think of the hosts of illegitimate children, for instance--some who know who they are, and some who don't." This was said so significantly that Gammon wondered whether it had a personal application.
"It's a theory of mine," pursued the other, his prominent eyes fixed on some far vision, "that every one of us, however poor, has some wealthy relative, if he could only be found.

I mean a relative within reasonable limits, not a cousin fifty times removed.

That's one of the charms of London to me.

A little old man used to cobble my boots for me a few years ago in Ball's Pond Road, He had an idea that one of his brothers, who went out to New Zealand and was no more heard of, had made a great fortune; said he'd dreamt about it again and again, and couldn't get rid of the fancy.