"I was merely remarking, gentlemen—though it's a point of very little import—that the Queen Of England does not happen to live in the Tower of London"—Chap. xxi.
"Well, sir!" said the captain putting his hat a little more on one side, for it was rather tight in the crown: "You're quite a public man I calc'late"—Chap. xxii.
He flourished his stick over Tom's head; but in a moment it was spinning harmlessly in the air, and Jonas Himself Lay Sprawling in the Ditch—Chap. xxiv.
"Look about you," he said, pointing to the graves; "and remember that from your bridal hour to the day which sees you brought as low as these, and laid in such a bed, there will be no appeal against him!"—Chap. xxiv.