Here Frank disposed of his things, and received in return a good suit of clothes fit for a working lad.
"I don't know how it is," the porter said as they sat together afterwards, "but a gentleman looks like a gentleman put him in what clothes you will.

I could have sworn to your being that if I'd never seen you before.

I can't make it out, I don't know what it is, but there's certainly something in gentle blood, whatever you may say about it.

Some of my mates are forever saying that one man's as good as another.

Now I don't mean to say they ain't as good; but what I say is, as they ain't the same.