The interest of Hocus and Sir William Crawley which was now more at heart, made this operation upon poor Jack absolutely necessary.

You may easily guess that his rest that night was but small, and much disturbed; however, the remaining part of his time he did not employ (as his custom was formerly) in prayer, meditation, or singing a double verse of a Psalm, but amused himself with disposing of his bank stock.

Many a doubt, many a qualm, overspread his clouded imagination: "Must I then," quoth he, "hang up my own personal, natural, individual self with these two hands! Durus Sermo! What if I should be cut down, as my friends tell me?
There is something infamous in the very attempt; the world will conclude I had a guilty conscience.

Is it possible that good man, Sir Roger, can have so much pity upon an unfortunate scoundrel that has persecuted him so many years?
No, it cannot be; I don't love favours that pass through Don Diego's hands.

On the other side, my blood chills about my heart at the thought of these rogues with their bloody hands pulling out my very entrails.