Willing Sophy down upon her knees scrubbing early and late and ever cheerful but always smiling with a black face—Mrs. Lirriper's Lodgings, chap. i.
"Come, sir! Remove me to my vile dungeon. Where is my mouldy straw!"—Mrs. Lirriper's Legacy, chap. i.
And at last sitting dozing against a muddy cart wheel, I come upon the poor girl who was deaf and dumb—Dr. Marigold