1 But when I buttoned my jacket, that was not much.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 13. THE SEQUEL OF MY RESOLUTION 2 Traddles buttoned his coat with a determined air.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 52. I ASSIST AT AN EXPLOSION 3 His bright buttons, too, were of the largest size.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 10. I BECOME NEGLECTED, AND AM PROVIDED FOR 4 'Suppose you had never seen me at all,' said Dora, going to another button.
5 He was buttoned up, mighty trim and tight, and must have taken a great deal of pains with his whiskers, which were accurately curled.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 23. I CORROBORATE Mr. DICK, AND CHOOSE A ... 6 After another and a final squeeze with both arms, she got down from the cart and ran away; and, my belief is, and has always been, without a solitary button on her gown.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 5. I AM SENT AWAY FROM HOME 7 I know it was a good squeeze, because, being very plump, whenever she made any little exertion after she was dressed, some of the buttons on the back of her gown flew off.
8 I sat looking at Peggotty for some time, in a reverie on this supposititious case: whether, if she were employed to lose me like the boy in the fairy tale, I should be able to track my way home again by the buttons she would shed.
9 The gentleman spoken of was a gentleman with a very unpromising squint, and a prominent chin, who had a tall white hat on with a narrow flat brim, and whose close-fitting drab trousers seemed to button all the way up outside his legs from his boots to his hips.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 19. I LOOK ABOUT ME, AND MAKE A DISCOVERY 10 I wondered what she was thinking about, as I glanced in admiring silence at the little soft hand travelling up the row of buttons on my coat, and at the clustering hair that lay against my breast, and at the lashes of her downcast eyes, slightly rising as they followed her idle fingers.
11 He was high-shouldered and bony; dressed in decent black, with a white wisp of a neckcloth; buttoned up to the throat; and had a long, lank, skeleton hand, which particularly attracted my attention, as he stood at the pony's head, rubbing his chin with it, and looking up at us in the chaise.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContextHighlight In CHAPTER 15. I MAKE ANOTHER BEGINNING