Whether to recover it when wanted, is not so certain.

Humpy Hengist and dumpy Horsa, quitting ledger and coronet, might recur to their sea bowlegs and red-stubble chins, might take to their tarpaulins again; they might renew their manhood on the capture of cod; headed by Harald and Hardiknut, they might roll surges to whelm a Dominant Jew clean gone to the fleshpots and effeminacy.
Aldermen of our ancient conception, they may teach him that he has been backsliding once more, and must repent in ashes, as those who are for jewels, titles, essences, banquets, for wallowing in slimy spawn of lucre, have ever to do.

They dispossess him of his greedy gettings.
And how of the Law?
But the Law is always, and must ever be, the Law of the stronger.
-- Ay, but brain beats muscle, and what if the Jew should prove to have superior power of brain?
A dreaded hypothesis! Why, then you see the insurgent Saxon seamen (of the names in two syllables with accent on the first), and their Danish captains, and it may be but a remnant of high-nosed old Norman Lord de Warenne beside them, in the criminal box: and presently the Jew smoking a giant regalia cigar on a balcony giving view of a gallows-tree.

But we will try that: on our side, to back a native pugnacity, is morality, humanity, fraternity--nature's rights, aha! and who withstands them?
on his, a troop of mercenaries! And that lands me in Red Republicanism, a hop and a skip from Socialism! said Mr.Radnor, and chuckled ironically at the natural declivity he had come to.

Still, there was an idea in it....
A short run or attempt at running after the idea, ended in pain to his head near the spot where the haunting word punctilio caught at any excuse for clamouring.
Yet we cannot relinquish an idea that was ours; we are vowed to the pursuit of it.