Charles Dickens,
Our Mutual Friend
“ Mr Lammle plunged into his whiskers for reflection, and came out hopeless: ‘No; as adventurers we are obliged to play rash games for chances of high winnings, and there has been a run of luck against us.’ She was resuming, ‘Have you nothing—’ when he stopped her. ‘We, Sophronia. We, we, we.’ ‘Have we nothing to sell?’ ‘Deuce a bit. I have given a Jew a bill of sale on this furniture, and he could take it to-morrow, to-day, now. He would have taken it before now, I believe, but for Fledgeby.’ ‘What has Fledgeby to do with him?’ ‘Knew him. ”
