I'm not a man that can always be putting prudential restraints upon myself.

I've none of those plodding ways.

The cursed fools that spoiled me in my childhood, and forsake me now, have all to answer for--I charge them with my ruin.' And he launched a curse at them (meaning his aunt) which startled the plump soul of honest little Puddock.
'You must not talk that way, Devereux,' he said, still a good deal more dismayed by his looks than his words.

'Why are you so troubled with vapours and blue devils ?' 'Nowhy!' said Devereux, with a grim smile.
'My dear Devereux, I say, you mustn't talk in that wild way.

You--you talk like a ruined man!' 'And I so comfortable!' 'Why, to be sure, Dick, you have had some little rubs, and, maybe, your follies and your vexations; but, hang it, you are young; you can't get experience--at least, so I've found it--without paying for it.