Come to take leave.

Trifle useful ?" he added, slipping a few gold pieces into Jack's hand.
"You are very kind," said Jack, returning the money; "but I don't require assistance." "Too proud, eh ?" rejoined the prize-fighter.

"Won't be under an obligation." "There you're wrong, Mr.Figg," replied Jack, smiling; "for, before I'm taken to Tyburn, I mean to borrow a shirt for the occasion from you." "Have it, and welcome," rejoined Figg.

"Always plenty to spare.

Never bought a shirt in my life, Mr.Gay," he added, turning to the poet.
"Sold a good many, though." "How do you manage that, Mr.Figg ?" asked Gay.
"Thus," replied the prize-fighter.