"Look there! Those are the lights of London"—Chap. xlii.
"What is this?" inquired one of the magistrates. "A pick-pocketing case, your worship"—Chap. xliii.
When she was about the same distance in advance as she had been before, he slipped quietly down, and followed her again—Chap. xlvi.
He moved, backward, towards the door: dragged the dog with him—Chap. xlviii.
