Say another word--one single word--and Wemmick shall give you your money back." This terrible threat caused the two women to fall off immediately.
No one remained now but the excitable Jew, who had already raised the skirts of Mr.Jaggers's coat to his lips several times.
"I don't know this man!" said Mr.Jaggers, in the same devastating strain: "What does this fellow want ?" "Ma thear Mithter Jaggerth.

Hown brother to Habraham Latharuth ?" "Who's he ?" said Mr.Jaggers.

"Let go of my coat." The suitor, kissing the hem of the garment again before relinquishing it, replied, "Habraham Latharuth, on thuthpithion of plate." "You're too late," said Mr.Jaggers.

"I am over the way." "Holy father, Mithter Jaggerth!" cried my excitable acquaintance, turning white, "don't thay you're again Habraham Latharuth!" "I am," said Mr.Jaggers, "and there's an end of it.

Get out of the way." "Mithter Jaggerth! Half a moment! My hown cuthen'th gone to Mithter Wemmick at thith prethent minute, to hoffer him hany termth.