"She's come back harder than she went!" cried the mother, looking up in her face, and still holding to her knees—Chap. xxxiv.
Withers, meeting him on the stairs, stood amazed at the beauty of his teeth, and at his brilliant smile—Chap. xxxvii.
Ran sniggering off to get change, and tossed it away with a pieman—Chap. xxxviii.
"And you're a-going to desert your colours, are you, my lad," said the captain, after a long examination of his face—Chap. xxxix.
