"I can't see my poor sick fellow-creatures perishing without sharing with them the best that I have."
"You smuggled two bottles away last night in your greatcoat pocket."
"Yes, and if I can save poor widow Slight to her young family, and Robbie Stark to his distracted parents, my reward will be great."
"You forget, too, the bottles which you sent to your mother. She is the greatest pauper of them all. She wanted to live here to sorn upon us; but I soon sent her to the right about."
"My dear, is it kind, is it Christian-like to use such language?"
"You never send any to my mother."
"Your mother is strong. Besides, you forget the yearly allowance that I pay to her."
"If I do forget it, it's not for want of it being cast up to me. Why don't you ask for a rise of stipend?"
"My dear, I could not, through sheer shame, do such a thing. My poor people are severely taxed already to make up my salary. There's Sandy Slack, with ten shillings a week and six children, giving one shilling a month toward my maintenance. Upon my word, I'm ashamed to look the poor man in the face."