He had glittering eyes,--small, keen, and black,--and thin wide mottled lips.

He had had them, to the best of my belief, from forty to fifty years.
"So you were never in London before ?" said Mr.Wemmick to me.
"No," said I.
"I was new here once," said Mr.Wemmick.

"Rum to think of now!" "You are well acquainted with it now ?" "Why, yes," said Mr.Wemmick.

"I know the moves of it." "Is it a very wicked place ?" I asked, more for the sake of saying something than for information.
"You may get cheated, robbed, and murdered in London.

But there are plenty of people anywhere, who'll do that for you." "If there is bad blood between you and them," said I, to soften it off a little.
"O! I don't know about bad blood," returned Mr.Wemmick; "there's not much bad blood about.