If I give him the blow--THE BOX--I might never get it, granny.

A dead man gives back nothing." "I suspect," replied Nell, "_arraghid_--that is the money--is in other hands.

Lord presarve us! but it's a wicked world, blackey." "Where is it!" said the Boxer, with a vehemence of manner resembling that of a man who was ready to sink to perdition for his wealth.

"Devil! and furies! where is it ?" "Where is it ?" said the imperturbable Nell; "why, manim a yeah, man, sure you don't think that I know where it is?
I suspect that your landlord's daughter, his real sweetheart, knows something about it; but thin, you see, I can prove nothing; I only suspect.

We must watch an' wait.