"I must beseech you to contemplate again the fearful course to which you have been impelled"—Chap. liii.
He drew Ralph Nickleby to the further end of the room, and pointed towards Gride, who sat huddled together in a corner, fumbling nervously with the buttons of his coat, and exhibiting a face of which every skulking and base expression was sharpened and aggravated to the utmost of his anxiety and trepidation—Chap. liv.
"There is something missing, you say," said Ralph, shaking him furiously by the collar. "What is it?"—Chap. lvi.
"Do you see this? This is a bottle"—Chap. lvii.
