Mr. Pancks and the patriarch were instantly the centre of a press, all eyes and ears; windows were thrown open, and doorsteps were thronged—Book 2, chap. xxxii.
Such a box had Affery Flintwinch seen in the first of her dreams, going out of the old house . . . this, Tattycoram put on the ground at her old master's feet; this, Tattycoram fell on her knees by, and put her hands upon. . . .—Book 2, chap. xxxiii.
Little Dorrit and her husband walked out of the church alone—Chap. xxxiv.