Anything can be got for money.

Let's spend it merrily.' 'Ay,' said Hugh, coiling himself into a new position.--'Where is it ?' 'Why, they took mine from me at the lodge,' said Mr Dennis; 'but mine's a peculiar case.' 'Is it?
They took mine too.' 'Why then, I tell you what, brother,' Dennis began.

'You must look up your friends--' 'My friends!' cried Hugh, starting up and resting on his hands.

'Where are my friends ?' 'Your relations then,' said Dennis.
'Ha ha ha!' laughed Hugh, waving one arm above his head.

'He talks of friends to me--talks of relations to a man whose mother died the death in store for her son, and left him, a hungry brat, without a face he knew in all the world! He talks of this to me!' 'Brother,' cried the hangman, whose features underwent a sudden change, 'you don't mean to say--' 'I mean to say,' Hugh interposed, 'that they hung her up at Tyburn.