Lies are half of the trade and the other half is to squeeze the cull of as much gold as he can be fooled out of.

Can't you see sir, that her trick is to spring her price?
I'll wager her fifty guineas has swollen to a hundred when next you see her.

With traffickers in virgins the price grows as rapidly as Jonah's gourd." "Aye, it may be so.

Well, what then?
Have you got a plan ?" Captain Jeremy Rofflash placed a dirty forefinger by the side of his nose, slowly closed one eye and a greasy smile widened his thick, red moist lips.
"Have I a plan, sir?
Trust Jeremy Rofflash for that.

By God, sir, I'll swear there's no man in the world readier with a plan when its wanted.
Look ye here, Mr.Dorrimore, I've the whole thing cut and dried in the hollow of my hand.