Great Expectations by Charles Dickens Chapter 25 Page 9

“You know where I live; now, no bolt is ever drawn there; why don't you do a stroke of business with me? Come; can't I tempt you?” Not a man of them, sir, would be bold enough to try it on, for love or money.”

“They dread him so much?” said I.

“Dread him,” said Wemmick. “I believe you they dread him. Not but what he's artful, even in his defiance of them. No silver, sir. Britannia metal, every spoon.”

“So they wouldn't have much,” I observed, “even if they — ”

“Ah! But he would have much,” said Wemmick, cutting me short, “and they know it. He'd have their lives, and the lives of scores of 'em. He'd have all he could get.