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Marcus Clarke,  Gentleman George's Bride. Chapter 2 (1896)

“ Davis, 'I suppose the Jews--' and then he felt his host's keen eye upon him, and paused.
'Go on, dear sir,' said Davis; 'you would say the Jews help him. So they do. O'Connor isn't his name. His name is Levison. I am connected with his family. We are all connected; we all help each other. Do you ever see a Jew dig, or beg, or do menial service? Did you ever have a Jew servant? Did you ever know a Jew, however poor, who hadn't a sovereign to lend at interest? My dear sir, we Jews rule the world.
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Marcus Clarke,  Gentleman George's Bride. Chapter 2 (1896)

“ I am myself with a good dinner, and a good digestion. You call yourself Christians--bah--you're asses. Every man his own creed, that's my motto. I am Israel Davis--that's my religion. Harry, here, who has been drinking too much claret, thinks himself superior to me. Let him--that's his religion, and quite sufficient for him.'
Flinders Street respected Mr. Davis. 'He's a crafty beast, that beast Davis,' said Mr. Podosokus, the bill-broker.
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Marcus Clarke,  Gentleman George's Bride. Chapter 2 (1896)

“ A variety of dimly-lighted barrooms surrounded this delightful spot, and to these such pigeons as Harry Marrable were admitted--as into traps. The 'talent'--presumedly under the influence of gooseberry-juice--were wont to drop awful hints of 'stable secrets,' upon the knowledge of which 'pots' of money could be put with absolute safety. When Mr. Davis spoke of the Casino to his brother, he always wiped his hands with his handkerchief. ”
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