So, that just when I might have had all arrears paid up, perhaps, and perhaps--who knows?
such things have happened in our business before--a present besides for putting him out to a farmer, or sending him to sea, so that he might never turn up to disgrace his parents, supposing him to be a natural boy, as many of our boys are--damme, if that villain of a Nickleby don't collar him in open day, and commit as good as highway robbery upon my pocket.' 'We will both cry quits with him before long,' said Ralph, laying his hand on the arm of the Yorkshire schoolmaster.
'Quits!' echoed Squeers.

'Ah! and I should like to leave a small balance in his favour, to be settled when he can.

I only wish Mrs Squeers could catch hold of him.

Bless her heart! She'd murder him, Mr Nickleby--she would, as soon as eat her dinner.' 'We will talk of this again,' said Ralph.

'I must have time to think of it.