1 Well; and a little bit of him.
2 Yes I do, Mum," said Pumblechook; "but wait a bit.
3 O yes," said Wemmick, "I have got hold of it, a bit at a time.
4 "Not a bit of it," returned Wemmick, growing bolder and bolder.
5 While going along, the strange gentleman occasionally looked at me, and occasionally bit the side of his finger.
6 There was an expression of contempt on his face, and he bit the side of a great forefinger as he watched the group of faces.
7 I said that I would get him the file, and I would get him what broken bits of food I could, and I would come to him at the Battery, early in the morning.
8 There were printed bills on the gate and on bits of carpet hanging out of the windows, announcing a sale by auction of the Household Furniture and Effects, next week.
9 Mr. Jaggers's own high-backed chair was of deadly black horsehair, with rows of brass nails round it, like a coffin; and I fancied I could see how he leaned back in it, and bit his forefinger at the clients.
10 When the waiter had felt my fast-cooling teapot with the palm of his hand, and had looked imploringly at me, and had gone out, Drummle, careful not to move the shoulder next me, took a cigar from his pocket and bit the end off, but showed no sign of stirring.
11 There had been some light snow, overnight, and it lay nowhere else to my knowledge; but, it had not quite melted from the cold shadow of this bit of garden, and the wind caught it up in little eddies and threw it at the window, as if it pelted me for coming there.