He's my brother.' 'He's MY brother!' cried the preacher.
'He isn't,' said Kit indignantly.

'How can you say such a thing?
And don't call me names if you please; what harm have I done?
I shouldn't have come to take 'em away, unless I was obliged, you may depend upon that.

I wanted to do it very quiet, but you wouldn't let me.

Now, you have the goodness to abuse Satan and them, as much as you like, Sir, and to let me alone if you please.' So saying, Kit marched out of the chapel, followed by his mother and little Jacob, and found himself in the open air, with an indistinct recollection of having seen the people wake up and look surprised, and of Quilp having remained, throughout the interruption, in his old attitude, without moving his eyes from the ceiling, or appearing to take the smallest notice of anything that passed.
'Oh Kit!' said his mother, with her handkerchief to her eyes, 'what have you done! I never can go there again--never!' 'I'm glad of it, mother.

What was there in the little bit of pleasure you took last night that made it necessary for you to be low-spirited and sorrowful tonight?
That's the way you do.