1 The dinner hour was half-past one.
2 It began the moment we sat down to dinner.
3 I cried about it from breakfast till dinner.
4 Dinner was laid in the best of these rooms; the second was his dressing-room; the third, his bedroom.
5 We had made some progress in the dinner, when I reminded Herbert of his promise to tell me about Miss Havisham.
6 This lady's name was Mrs. Coiler, and I had the honor of taking her down to dinner on the day of my installation.
7 After our early dinner, I strolled out alone, purposing to finish off the marshes at once, and get them done with.
8 We were to have a superb dinner, consisting of a leg of pickled pork and greens, and a pair of roast stuffed fowls.
9 Dinner over, we produced a bundle of pens, a copious supply of ink, and a goodly show of writing and blotting paper.
10 I became imbued with the notion on that first occasion before we sat down to dinner, but I cannot define by what means.
11 Dinner went off gayly, and although my guardian seemed to follow rather than originate subjects, I knew that he wrenched the weakest part of our dispositions out of us.
12 As I watched them while they all stood clustering about the forge, enjoying themselves so much, I thought what terrible good sauce for a dinner my fugitive friend on the marshes was.
13 Then, the two nurses left the room, and had a lively scuffle on the staircase with a dissipated page who had waited at dinner, and who had clearly lost half his buttons at the gaming-table.
14 He lodged at a sluice-keeper's out on the marshes, and on working-days would come slouching from his hermitage, with his hands in his pockets and his dinner loosely tied in a bundle round his neck and dangling on his back.
15 I promised myself that I would do something for them one of these days, and formed a plan in outline for bestowing a dinner of roast-beef and plum-pudding, a pint of ale, and a gallon of condescension, upon everybody in the village.
16 And there my sister became so excited by the twenty-five guineas, that nothing would serve her but we must have a dinner out of that windfall at the Blue Boar, and that Pumblechook must go over in his chaise-cart, and bring the Hubbles and Mr. Wopsle.
17 He never even seemed to come to his work on purpose, but would slouch in as if by mere accident; and when he went to the Jolly Bargemen to eat his dinner, or went away at night, he would slouch out, like Cain or the Wandering Jew, as if he had no idea where he was going and no intention of ever coming back.
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