"There'll shortly be an end of you," said Wegg, threatening it with the hat-box, "Your varnish is fading"—Book 3, chap. vii.
Lizzie Hexham very softly raised the weather-stained grey head, and lifted her as high as heaven—Book 3, chap. viii.
So they walked, speaking of the newly-filled-up grave, and of Johnny, and of many things—Book 3, chap. ix.
"And you see, as I was saying, Mortimer," remarked Eugene aloud with the utmost coolness, as though there were no one within hearing but themselves, "and you see, as I was saying—undergoing grinding torments"—Book 3, chap. x.