She gave a contemptuous toss . . . and left me—Chap. viii.
He said, "Aha! Would you!" and began dancing backwards and forwards—Chap. xi.
"Well, Pip, you know, . . . you yourself see me put 'em in my 'at, and therefore you know as they are here"—Chap. xiii.
Orlick . . . was very soon among the coal-dust, and in no hurry to come out of it—Chap. xv.
