1 'Good by,' said Mr. Brownlow, stoutly.
2 'Good,' said Monks, regarding her attentively.
3 'Good stuff that,' observed Mr. Claypole, smacking his lips.
4 'Have the goodness to look at me,' said Mr. Bumble, fixing his eyes upon her.
5 But, for many days, Oliver remained insensible to all the goodness of his new friends.
6 She presently returned, and said, that Mr. Brownlow had sold off his goods, and gone to the West Indies, six weeks before.
7 Here, the clothesman, the shoe-vamper, and the rag-merchant, display their goods, as sign-boards to the petty thief; here, stores of old iron and bones, and heaps of mildewy fragments of woollen-stuff and linen, rust and rot in the grimy cellars.
8 Let me see them again, and beg them, on my knees, to show the same mercy and goodness to you; and let us both leave this dreadful place, and far apart lead better lives, and forget how we have lived, except in prayers, and never see each other more.
9 To think that my dear good aunt should have been the means of rescuing any one from such sad misery as you have described to us, would be an unspeakable pleasure to me; but to know that the object of her goodness and compassion was sincerely grateful and attached, in consequence, would delight me, more than you can well imagine.