No Christian will admit such a figure into his house.

Upon my conscience, I wonder the dogs did not hunt you.

Did you pass through St.James's market?
Bless my eyesaight! you are like a cousin-german of an ourangoutang." I began to be a little serious at this discourse, and asked him, if he thought I should obtain entrance to-morrow at the house of Mr.Cringer, on whom I chiefly depended for an introduction into business?
"Mr.Cringer, Mr.Cringer," replied he, scratching his cheek, "may be a very honest gentleman--I know nothing to the contrary; but is your sole dependence upon him?
Who recommended you to him ?" I pulled out Mr.Crab's letter, and told him the foundation of my hopes, at which he stared at me, and repeated "Oh dear! Oh dear!" I began to conceive bad omens from this behaviour of his, and begged he would assist me with his advice, which he promised to give very frankly; and as a specimen, directed us to a periwig warehouse in the neighbourhood, in order to be accommodated; laying strong injunctions on me not to appear before Mr.
Cringer till I had parted with my carroty locks, which, he said, were sufficient to beget an antipathy against me in all mankind.

And as we were going to pursue this advice, he called me back and bade me be sure to deliver my letter into Mr.Cringer's own hand.
As we walked along, Strap triumphed greatly in our reception with his friend, who, it seems, had assured him he would in a day or two provide for him with some good master; "I and now," says he, "I you will see how I will fit you with a wig.

There's ne'er a barber in London (and that's a bold word) can palm a rotten caul, or a pennyweight of dead hair, upon me." And, indeed, this zealous adherent did wrangle so long with the merchant, that he was desired twenty times to leave the shop, and see if he could get one cheaper elsewhere.