1 To the best of my belief, those efforts entirely failed.
2 He had had them, to the best of my belief, from forty to fifty years.
3 Somehow, I was not best pleased with Joe's being so mightily secure of me.
4 When I saw him turning, I set my face towards home, and made the best use of my legs.
5 Hereupon, Mr. Pocket went out of the room, and we made the best of ourselves until he came back.
6 I told him I must go, but he took no notice, so I thought the best thing I could do was to slip off.
7 Dinner was laid in the best of these rooms; the second was his dressing-room; the third, his bedroom.
8 After breakfast, Joe brought out my indentures from the press in the best parlor, and we put them in the fire, and I felt that I was free.
9 I thought it best to hint, through the medium of a meditative look, that this might be occasioned by circumstances over which I had no control.
10 At the best of times, so much of this elixir was administered to me as a choice restorative, that I was conscious of going about, smelling like a new fence.
11 At last, I desperately considered that the thing I contemplated must be done, and that it had best be done in the least improbable manner consistent with the circumstances.
12 I was always treated as if I had insisted on being born in opposition to the dictates of reason, religion, and morality, and against the dissuading arguments of my best friends.
13 The felicitous idea occurred to me a morning or two later when I woke, that the best step I could take towards making myself uncommon was to get out of Biddy everything she knew.
14 I thought it would be very good for me if I could get her out of my head, with all the rest of those remembrances and fancies, and could go to work determined to relish what I had to do, and stick to it, and make the best of it.
15 We Britons had at that time particularly settled that it was treasonable to doubt our having and our being the best of everything: otherwise, while I was scared by the immensity of London, I think I might have had some faint doubts whether it was not rather ugly, crooked, narrow, and dirty.
16 Putting on the best clothes I had, I went into town as early as I could hope to find the shops open, and presented myself before Mr. Trabb, the tailor, who was having his breakfast in the parlor behind his shop, and who did not think it worth his while to come out to me, but called me in to him.
17 I had believed in the best parlor as a most elegant saloon; I had believed in the front door, as a mysterious portal of the Temple of State whose solemn opening was attended with a sacrifice of roast fowls; I had believed in the kitchen as a chaste though not magnificent apartment; I had believed in the forge as the glowing road to manhood and independence.
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