"One thing, however, I can do for you," says Twemlow, "and that is, work for you." Veneering blessed him again—Book 2, chap. iii.
Ah! here was Alfred. Having stolen in unobserved, he playfully leaned on the back of Sophronia's chair—Book 2, chap. iv.
Perched on the stool, with his hat cocked on his head, and one of his legs dangling, the youth of Fledgeby hardly contrasted to advantage with the age of the Jewish man as he stood with his bare head bowed—Book 2, chap. v.
"Come up and be dead! Come up and be dead"—Book 2, chap. v.