'Oh, come you know, this is too barefaced.

Constable, my good fellow, we had better be going.' 'What!' shrieked Kit.

'Does he deny that he did?
ask him, somebody, pray.

Ask him to tell you whether he did or not!' 'Did you, sir ?' asked the notary.
'I tell you what, gentlemen,' replied Brass, in a very grave manner, 'he'll not serve his case this way, and really, if you feel any interest in him, you had better advise him to go upon some other tack.
Did I, sir?
Of course I never did.' 'Gentlemen,' cried Kit, on whom a light broke suddenly, 'Master, Mr Abel, Mr Witherden, every one of you--he did it! What I have done to offend him, I don't know, but this is a plot to ruin me.

Mind, gentlemen, it's a plot, and whatever comes of it, I will say with my dying breath that he put that note in my hat himself! Look at him, gentlemen! see how he changes colour.