The old housekeeper weeping silently; Volumnia in the greatest agitation, with the freshest bloom on her cheeks; the trooper with his arms folded and his head a little bent, respectfully attentive—Chap. lviii.
She lay there, with one arm creeping round a bar of the iron gate, and seeming to embrace it—Chap. lix.
"Miss Summerson," said Mr. Vholes, very slowly rubbing his gloved hands, . . . . "this was an ill-advised marriage of Mr. C's"—Chap. lx.
"To which! say that again," cried Mr. Smallweed, in a shrill, sharp voice—Chap. lxii.