I rose out of my chair, and stood with my hand upon the back of it, looking wildly at him—Chap. xxxix.
Gradually I slipped from the chair, and lay on the floor—Chap. xl.
"When I say to Compeyson 'Once out of this court, I'll smash that face o' yourn!' Ain't it Compeyson as prays the judge to be protected, and gets two turnkeys stood betwixt us!"—Chap. xiii
He came back calling for a light for the cigar in his mouth, which he had forgotten. A man in a dust-coloured dress appeared with what he wanted—Chap. xliii.