Betsy's a fine girl.

Do as she bids you, Tom, and you will make your fortune.' 'So I _do_ do as she bids me,' replied Mr.Chitling; 'I shouldn't have been milled, if it hadn't been for her advice.

But it turned out a good job for you; didn't it, Fagin! And what's six weeks of it?
It must come, some time or another, and why not in the winter time when you don't want to go out a-walking so much; eh, Fagin ?' 'Ah, to be sure, my dear,' replied the Jew.
'You wouldn't mind it again, Tom, would you,' asked the Dodger, winking upon Charley and the Jew, 'if Bet was all right ?' 'I mean to say that I shouldn't,' replied Tom, angrily.

'There, now.
Ah! Who'll say as much as that, I should like to know; eh, Fagin ?' 'Nobody, my dear,' replied the Jew; 'not a soul, Tom.

I don't know one of 'em that would do it besides you; not one of 'em, my dear.' 'I might have got clear off, if I'd split upon her; mightn't I, Fagin ?' angrily pursued the poor half-witted dupe.