The horse no sooner beheld Mr. Pickwick advancing with the chaise whip in his hand—Chap. v.
There was a scream as of an individual—not a rook—in corporeal anguish. Mr. Tupman had saved the lives of innumerable unoffending birds by receiving a portion of the charge in his left arm—Chap. vii.
Mr. Wardle looked on, in silent wonder—Chap. vii.
Old Mr. Wardle, with a highly-inflamed countenance, was grasping the hand of a strange gentleman—Chap. viii.