"Now, Dolls, wake up!" "Mist Wrayburn! Drection! Fifteen Shillings!"—Book 3, chap. xvii.
Rogue Riderhood recognised his "t'other governor," Mr. Eugene Wrayburn—Book 4, Chap. i.
There were actually tears in the bold woman's eyes as the soft-headed and soft-hearted girl twined her arms about her neck—Book 4, chap. ii
It was a pleasant sight, in the midst of the golden bloom, to see this salt old gruff and glum waving his shovel hat at Bella, while his thin white hair flowed free, as if she had once more launched him into blue water again—Book 4, chap. iv.