I've told you that when you go to town you ought to go to her, and not to the gambling-houses about St.James's." "You want your money back, I suppose," said George, with a sneer.
"Of course I do--I always did, didn't I ?" says Dobbin.

"You speak like a generous fellow." "No, hang it, William, I beg your pardon"-- here George interposed in a fit of remorse; "you have been my friend in a hundred ways, Heaven knows.

You've got me out of a score of scrapes.

When Crawley of the Guards won that sum of money of me I should have been done but for you: I know I should.

But you shouldn't deal so hardly with me; you shouldn't be always catechising me.