You call a thousand pounds respectable, and a shekel despicable.
Psha, my Codlingsby! One is as the other.

I trade in pennies and in millions.

I am above or below neither." They were passing through a second shop, smelling strongly of cedar, and, in fact, piled up with bales of those pencils which the young Hebrews are in the habit of vending through the streets.

"I have sold bundles and bundles of these," said Rafael.

"My little brother is now out with oranges in Piccadilly.