The end on't is I pocket Dorrimore's gold and no sharing out.

If Sally likes to be a fool 'tis her affair and not mine.

I've only got to keep my eye on her.

What a woman like her wants she'll get, even if it costs her her life.

Sooner or later, madam, you'll find your way to the fellow's lodgings, and it'll go hard if I'm not on the spot too." By the time Rofflash was at the bridge the obstructing waggon had been got out of the way.