"If we take him, I don't mind giving you a share--say a fourth--provided you lend a helping hand." "Curse your reward!" exclaimed Kneebone, angrily.

"Do you take me for a thief-catcher, like Jonathan Wild, that you dare to affront me by such a proposal ?" "No offence, Sir," rejoined the jailer, humbly.

"I didn't imagine for a moment that you'd accept it, but I thought it right to make you the offer." "Be silent, and conceal yourself.

I'm about to ring for supper." The woollen-draper's application to the bell was answered by a very pretty young woman, with dark Jewish features, roguish black eyes, sleek glossy hair, a trim waist, and a remarkably neat figure: the very model, in short, of a bachelor's housekeeper.
"Rachel," said Mr.Kneebone, addressing his comely attendant; "put a few more plates on the table, and bring up whatever there is in the larder.
I expect company." "Company!" echoed Rachel; "at this time of night ?" "Company, child," repeated Kneebone.

"I shall want a bottle or two of sack, and a flask of usquebaugh." "Anything else, Sir ?" "No:--stay! you'd better not bring up any silver forks or spoons." "Why, surely you don't think your guests would steal them," observed Rachel, archly.
"They shan't have the opportunity," replied Kneebone.