"Nickleby," said his client, throwing himself along the sofa on which he had been previously seated, so as to bring his lips nearer to the old man's ear, "what a pretty creature your niece is!"—Chap. xxvi.
Sir Mulberry Hawk and his friend exchanged glances over the top of the bonnet—Chap. xxvi.
"I see how it is," said poor Noggs, drawing from his pocket what seemed to be a very old duster, and wiping Kate's eyes with it as gently as if she were an infant—Chap. xxviii.
"But they shall not protect ye!" said the tragedian, taking an upward look at Nicholas, beginning at his boots and ending at the crown of his head—Chap. xxix.
