"That is a black shadow to be following the girl," said Steerforth, standing still; "what does it mean!"—Chap. xxii.
"Trot! my dear Trot!" cried my aunt, in a terrified whisper, and pressing my arm. "I don't know what to do"—Chap, xxiii.
And Mrs. Crupp said, thank heaven she had now found summun she could care for—Chap. xxiii.
Hamlet's aunt betrays the family failing, and indulges in a soliloquy on "blood"—Chap. xxv.
