"My good fellow," retorted Mr. Boffin, "you have my word; and how you can have that, without my honour too, I don't know. I've sorted a lot of dust in my time, but I never knew the two things go into separate heaps."


Our Mutual Friend (ed. 1865)


My good fellow, retorted Mr. Boffin, you have my word; and how you can have that, without my honour too, I don't know. I've sorted a lot of dust in...

My good fellow, retorted Mr. Boffin, you have my word; and how you can have that, without my honour too, I don't know. I've sorted a lot of dust in...

My good fellow, retorted Mr. Boffin, you have my word; and how you can have that, without my honour too, I don't know. I've sorted a lot of dust in...

My good fellow, retorted Mr. Boffin, you have my word; and how you can have that, without my honour too, I don't know. I've sorted a lot of dust in...