If you knew him as well as I do--John, I'd give almost any money to bring that about--you'd admire, respect, and reverence him.

You couldn't help it.

Oh, how you wounded his feelings when you went away!' 'If I had known whereabout his feelings lay,' retorted young Westlock, 'I'd have done my best, Tom, with that end in view, you may depend upon it.

But as I couldn't wound him in what he has not, and in what he knows nothing of, except in his ability to probe them to the quick in other people, I am afraid I can lay no claim to your compliment.' Mr Pinch, being unwilling to protract a discussion which might possibly corrupt Martin, forbore to say anything in reply to this speech; but John Westlock, whom nothing short of an iron gag would have silenced when Mr Pecksniff's merits were once in question, continued notwithstanding.
'HIS feelings! Oh, he's a tender-hearted man.

HIS feelings! Oh, he's a considerate, conscientious, self-examining, moral vagabond, he is! HIS feelings! Oh!--what's the matter, Tom ?' Mr Pinch was by this time erect upon the hearth-rug, buttoning his coat with great energy.
'I can't bear it,' said Tom, shaking his head.