"I say," said John, rather astounded for the moment, "mak' theeself quite at whoam, will 'ee?"—Chap. xlii.
Fell upon his face in a passion of bitter grief—Chap. xliii.
"I am a most miserable and wretched outcast, nearly sixty years old, and as destitute and helpless as a child of six"—Chap. xliv.
Mr. Squeers executes an impromptu "pas seul"—Chap. xlv.
