His whole form, but especially his face and head, dilated beyond all former experience; and presented to the dark man's view, nothing but a heaving mass of indigo.

At length he burst into a violent paroxysm of coughing, and when that was a little better burst into such ejaculations as the following: 'Would you, Ma'am, would you?
Mrs Dombey, eh, Ma'am?
I think not, Ma'am.
Not while Joe B.can put a spoke in your wheel, Ma'am.

J.B.'s even with you now, Ma'am.

He isn't altogether bowled out, yet, Sir, isn't Bagstock.

She's deep, Sir, deep, but Josh is deeper.