I'll help you.

It shall be done.

Mind my words, it shall be done.' 'But how ?' said Dick.
'There's plenty of time,' rejoined the dwarf, 'and it shall be done.
We'll sit down and talk it over again all the way through.

Fill your glass while I'm gone.

I shall be back directly--directly.' With these hasty words, Daniel Quilp withdrew into a dismantled skittle-ground behind the public-house, and, throwing himself upon the ground actually screamed and rolled about in uncontrollable delight.
'Here's sport!' he cried, 'sport ready to my hand, all invented and arranged, and only to be enjoyed.