If Jem Device had known his own interest, he would have left you to fatten the Calder eels; but he will find it out in time." "You will find it out too, Master Nicholas," rejoined Potts, clapping on his wet cap.

"Take me to the Dragon quickly, good fellow," he added, to Jem Device, "and I will recompense thee for thy pains, as well as for the service thou hast just rendered me.

I shall have rheumatism in my joints, pains in my loins, and rheum in my head, oh dear--oh dear!" "In which case you will not be able to pay Mother Demdike your purposed visit to-morrow," jeered Nicholas.

"You forgot you were to arrest her, and bring her before a magistrate." "Thy arm, good fellow, thy arm!" said Potts, to Jem Device.
"To the fiend wi' thee," cried Jem, shaking him off roughly.

"The squoire is reet.