I say, Gov'nor, take off his silver wristlets, will you, sir, and lemme have jist ten minutes with him on my own?
Five for me, sir, and five for his poor old dad!" "Not I," said Cleek.

"I wouldn't let you soil those honest lands of yours on his vile little body, Dollops.

Thought you had a noodle to deal with, didn't you, Mr.Philip Bawdrey?
Thought you could lead me by the nose, and push me into finding those phials just where you wanted them found, didn't you?
Well, you've got a few more thoughts coming.

Look here, Captain Travers: what do you think of this fellow's little game?
Tried to take me in about you and Mrs.Bawdrey being lovers, and trying to do away with him and his father to get the old man's money." "Why, the contemptible little hound! Bless my soul, man, I'm engaged to Mrs.Bawdrey's cousin.

And as for his stepmother--why, she threw the little worm over as soon as he began making love to her, and tried to make her take up with him by telling her how much he'd be worth when his father died." "I guessed as much.