1 What a grateful little dear it is.
2 'He was a dear, grateful, gentle child, sir,' retorted Mrs. Bedwin, indignantly.
3 The old gentleman looked almost as rueful as Oliver when the key grated in the lock.
4 There was a candle burning, but the man hastily drew it from the candlestick, and hurled it under the grate.
5 There was an open grating above it, through which came the sound of men's voices, mingled with the noise of hammering, and the throwing down of boards.
6 Oliver turned homeward, thinking on the many kindnesses he had received from the young lady, and wishing that the time could come again, that he might never cease showing her how grateful and attached he was.
7 They led him through a paved room under the court, where some prisoners were waiting till their turns came, and others were talking to their friends, who crowded round a grate which looked into the open yard.
8 Mr. Bumble sat in the workhouse parlour, with his eyes moodily fixed on the cheerless grate, whence, as it was summer time, no brighter gleam proceeded, than the reflection of certain sickly rays of the sun, which were sent back from its cold and shining surface.
9 He saw the Jew with his half-closed eyes; heard his low whistling; and recognised the sound of the spoon grating against the saucepan's sides: and yet the self-same senses were mentally engaged, at the same time, in busy action with almost everybody he had ever known.
10 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.