You never saw such a rusty Prince in all your born days as he was.

Like old iron!' 'Is that why you called him a humbug, just now ?' inquired Steerforth.
'Oh, you're a broth of a boy, ain't you ?' returned Miss Mowcher, shaking her head violently.

'I said, what a set of humbugs we were in general, and I showed you the scraps of the Prince's nails to prove it.

The Prince's nails do more for me in private families of the genteel sort, than all my talents put together.

I always carry 'em about.