"We are going to hunt him out, sir--the Duke's in Belgium already, and we expect marching orders every day." "Give him no quarter.

Bring back the villain's head, sir.

Shoot the coward down, sir," Sedley roared.

"I'd enlist myself, by--; but I'm a broken old man--ruined by that damned scoundrel--and by a parcel of swindling thieves in this country whom I made, sir, and who are rolling in their carriages now," he added, with a break in his voice.
Dobbin was not a little affected by the sight of this once kind old friend, crazed almost with misfortune and raving with senile anger.
Pity the fallen gentleman: you to whom money and fair repute are the chiefest good; and so, surely, are they in Vanity Fair.
"Yes," he continued, "there are some vipers that you warm, and they sting you afterwards.

There are some beggars that you put on horseback, and they're the first to ride you down.