'That's the thing, that's the thing.

It can be brought about, it shall be brought about.

There's my hand upon it; I am your friend from this minute.' 'What! do you think there's still a chance ?' inquired Dick, in surprise at this encouragement.
'A chance!' echoed the dwarf, 'a certainty! Sophy Wackles may become a Cheggs or anything else she likes, but not a Swiveller.

Oh you lucky dog! He's richer than any Jew alive; you're a made man.

I see in you now nothing but Nelly's husband, rolling in gold and silver.