They gave him not a glimmer.

Neither will they to many of my readers; while not a few will think they see all that is in them, and see nothing.
He was silent for a long time--whether he waked or slept she could not tell.
The annoyance was great in the home conclave when Mewks brought the next piece of news--namely, that there was that designing Marston in the master's room again, and however she got into the house he was sure _he_ didn't know.
"All the same thing over again, miss!--hard at it a-tryin' to convert 'im!--And where's the use, you know, miss?
If a man like my master's to be converted and get off, I don't for my part see where's the good o' keepin' up a devil." "I am quite of your opinion, Mewks," said Sepia.
But in her heart she was ill at ease.
All day long she had been haunted with an ever-recurring temptation, which, instead of dismissing it, she kept like a dog in a string.
Different kinds of evil affect people differently.

Ten thousand will do a dishonest thing, who would indignantly reject the dishonest thing favored by another ten thousand.

They are not sufficiently used to its ugly face not to dislike it, though it may not be quite so ugly as their _protege_.

A man will feel grandly honest against the dishonesties of another trade than his, and be eager to justify those of his own.