"Whether I sicks or monthlies, ma'am . . . I do require it, which I makes confession, to be brought reg'lar and draw'd mild"—Chap. xxv.
"There's nothin' he don't know; that's my opinion," observed Mrs. Gamp. "All the wickedness of the world is print to him"—Chap. xxvi.
The Spider and the Fly—Chap. xxvii.
"Times is changed, ain't they! I say, how you've growed!"—Chap. xxviii.