A voice within me keeps on whispering Greatness.

I shall burst out one of these days, and when I do, what power can keep me down?
I feel my soul getting into my head at the idea.

More drink there!' 'The novice,' pursued Mr Tappertit, not exactly in a voice of thunder, for his tones, to say the truth were rather cracked and shrill--but very impressively, notwithstanding--'where is he ?' 'Here, noble captain!' cried Stagg.

'One stands beside me who I feel is a stranger.' 'Have you,' said Mr Tappertit, letting his gaze fall on the party indicated, who was indeed the new knight, by this time restored to his own apparel; 'Have you the impression of your street-door key in wax ?' The long comrade anticipated the reply, by producing it from the shelf on which it had been deposited.
'Good,' said Mr Tappertit, scrutinising it attentively, while a breathless silence reigned around; for he had constructed secret door-keys for the whole society, and perhaps owed something of his influence to that mean and trivial circumstance--on such slight accidents do even men of mind depend!--'This is easily made.

Come hither, friend.' With that, he beckoned the new knight apart, and putting the pattern in his pocket, motioned to him to walk by his side.
'And so,' he said, when they had taken a few turns up and down, you--you love your master's daughter ?' 'I do,' said the 'prentice.