Receiver and Agent now, to two rich estates, and deputing their legal business, in an amount worth having, to a firm of solicitors on the floor below, he had snuffed out his ambition (supposing him to have ever lighted it), and had settled down with his snuffers for the rest of his life under the dry vine and fig-tree of P.J.T., who planted in seventeen-forty-seven.
Many accounts and account-books, many files of correspondence, and several strong boxes, garnished Mr.Grewgious's room.

They can scarcely be represented as having lumbered it, so conscientious and precise was their orderly arrangement.

The apprehension of dying suddenly, and leaving one fact or one figure with any incompleteness or obscurity attaching to it, would have stretched Mr.Grewgious stone-dead any day.
The largest fidelity to a trust was the life-blood of the man.

There are sorts of life-blood that course more quickly, more gaily, more attractively; but there is no better sort in circulation.
There was no luxury in his room.

Even its comforts were limited to its being dry and warm, and having a snug though faded fireside.