You ain't so old as me, miss.

And Dr.Faber, you see, miss, he be such a favorite as _have_ to go out to his dinner not unfrequent.

They may have to send miles to fetch him." She talked in the vain hope of distracting the poor lady's attention from her suffering.
It was a little up stairs cottage-room, the corners betwixt the ceiling and the walls cut off by the slope of the roof.

So dark was the night, that, when Mrs.Puckridge carried the candle out of the room, the unshaded dormer window did not show itself even by a bluish glimmer.

But light and dark were alike to her who lay in the little tent-bed, in the midst of whose white curtains, white coverlid, and white pillows, her large eyes, black as human eyes could ever be, were like wells of darkness throwing out flashes of strange light.