'You'll have no conception of the value of your prize until you draw close to it.

Mark that.' 'D'ye think not ?' said Dick.
'Aye, I do; and I am certain of what I say, that's better,' returned the dwarf.

'You bring Trent to me.

Tell him I am his friend and yours--why shouldn't I be ?' 'There's no reason why you shouldn't, certainly,' replied Dick, 'and perhaps there are a great many why you should--at least there would be nothing strange in your wanting to be my friend, if you were a choice spirit, but then you know you're not a choice spirit.' 'I not a choice spirit ?' cried Quilp.
'Devil a bit, sir,' returned Dick.

'A man of your appearance couldn't be.