Mr. Deuceace at Paris by William Makepeace Thackeray

Well, master had hit the right nail on the head this time: thanx to / luck -- the crooked one, to be sure, but then it had the GOOLD NOBB, which / was the part Deuceace most valued, as well he should; being a connyshure / as to the relletiff valyou of pretious metals, and much preferring / virging goold like this to poor old battered iron like my Lady Griffin.

And so, in spite of his father (at which old noblemin Mr. Deuceace now / snapt his fingers), in spite of his detts (which, to do him Justas, had / never stood much in his way), and in spite of his povatty, idleness, / extravagans, swindling, and debotcheries of all kinds (which an't / GENERALLY very favorable to a young man who has to make his way in the / world); in spite of all, there he was, I say, at the topp of the trea, / the fewcher master of a perfect fortun, the defianced husband of a / fool of a wife. What can mortial man want more? Vishns of ambishn now / occupied his soal. Shooting boxes, oppra boxes, money boxes always full; / hunters at Melton; a seat in the house of Commins: heaven knows what! / and not a poar footman, who only describes what he's seen, and can't, in / cors, pennytrate into the idears and the busms of men.