Mr. Pickwick could scarcely believe the evidence of his own senses—Chap. xlvii.
These attentions were directed, not towards him, but to a young lady who just then appeared at the foot of the steps—Chap. xlix.
Mr. Bob Sawyer was seated: not in the dickey, but on the roof of the chaise—Chap. l.
Snatching up a meal-sack, effectually stopped the conflict by drawing it over the head and shoulders of the mighty Pott—Chap. ii.