"Jolly"—Chap. xxxiii.
"Why, what the 'tarnal!" cried the captain. "Well! I do admire at this, I do!"—Chap. xxxiv.
Mr. Pecksniff, placid, calm, but proud. Honestly proud . . . gently travelling across the disc, as if he were a figure in a magic lantern—Chap. xxxv.
"No right!" cried the brass and copper founder—Chap. xxxvi.