His honest eyes fire up, and sparkle, as if their depths were stirred by something bright.

His broad chest heaves with pleasure.

His strong loose hands clench themselves, in his earnestness; and he emphasizes what he says with a right arm that shows, in my pigmy view, like a sledge-hammer.
Ham was quite as earnest as he.

I dare say they would have said much more about her, if they had not been abashed by the unexpected coming in of Steerforth, who, seeing me in a corner speaking with two strangers, stopped in a song he was singing, and said: 'I didn't know you were here, young Copperfield!' (for it was not the usual visiting room) and crossed by us on his way out.
I am not sure whether it was in the pride of having such a friend as Steerforth, or in the desire to explain to him how I came to have such a friend as Mr.Peggotty, that I called to him as he was going away.

But I said, modestly--Good Heaven, how it all comes back to me this long time afterwards--! 'Don't go, Steerforth, if you please.