"Will you come?"
"I!" said the Lord Mayor most emphatically. "Certainly not"—Chap. lxi.
"Stop!" cried the locksmith, in a voice that made them falter—presenting, as he spoke, a gun. "Let an old man do that. You can spare him better"—Chap. lxiii.
The burning of Newgate—Chap. lxiv.
"No offence, no offence," said that personage in a conciliatory tone, as Hugh stopped in his draught and eyed him, with no pleasant look from head to foot—Chap. lxix.