D'you think the proud English corporations are going to let you inside?
Not them.

The most you'll get will be the scraps that fall from their table, my poor Lazarus, and for these you'll have to go hat in hand to Dives." His face grew suddenly earnest, and he leaned on the table and looked me straight in the eyes.
"You're a young lad and a new-comer, and the accursed scales of Virginia are not yet on your eyes.

Forbye, I think you've spirit, though it's maybe mixed with a deal of folly.

You've your choice before you, Mr.Garvald.You can become a lickspittle like the rest of them, and no doubt you'll gather a wheen bawbees, but it will be a poor shivering soul will meet its Maker in the hinder end.

Or you can play the man and be a good Virginian.