'I was determined to be rid of him.

What does he mean by thrusting himself into our company?
A man with about as much principle as he has property, which, to my knowledge, is considerably less than none.
An insolvent atheist, gentlemen.

A deistical prater, fit to sit in the chimney-corner of a pot-house, and make blasphemous comments on the one greasy newspaper fingered by beer-swilling tinkers.

I will not suffer in my company a man who speaks lightly of religion.

The signature of a fellow like Byles would be a blot on our protest.' 'And how do you get on with your signatures ?' said Mr.Pilgrim, the doctor, who had presented his large top-booted person within the bar while Mr.Dempster was speaking.