Please to remember, as some excuse for my breaking out as I did, that I had served the family for fifty years.

Miss Rachel had climbed upon my knees, and pulled my whiskers, many and many a time when she was a child.

Miss Rachel, with all her faults, had been, to my mind, the dearest and prettiest and best young mistress that ever an old servant waited on, and loved.

I begged Sergeant's Cuff's pardon, but I am afraid I did it with watery eyes, and not in a very becoming way.
"Don't distress yourself, Mr.Betteredge," says the Sergeant, with more kindness than I had any right to expect from him.

"In my line of life if we were quick at taking offence, we shouldn't be worth salt to our porridge.