1 And it was made the more difficult by the unconscious Joe.
2 It was at a distance towards the east, but it was long and loud.
3 It meant, when it was given, that whoever had this house could want nothing else.
4 I dare say I should have felt a pain in my liver, too, if I had known where it was.
5 I got a dreadful start, when I thought I heard the file still going; but it was only a sheep-bell.
6 As we came nearer to the shouting, it became more and more apparent that it was made by more than one voice.
7 When it was given him, he drank his Majesty's health and compliments of the season, and took it all at a mouthful and smacked his lips.
8 I think it must have been a full year after our hunt upon the marshes, for it was a long time after, and it was winter and a hard frost.
9 He shivered all the while so violently, that it was quite as much as he could do to keep the neck of the bottle between his teeth, without biting it off.
10 I'll engage there's no Tar in that: so, the sergeant thanked him and said that as he preferred his drink without tar, he would take wine, if it was equally convenient.
11 It was not with me then, as it was in later life, when I fell into the society of the Passions, and compared them with Collins and Wopsle, rather to the disadvantage of both gentlemen.
12 My sister, Mrs. Joe, with black hair and eyes, had such a prevailing redness of skin that I sometimes used to wonder whether it was possible she washed herself with a nutmeg-grater instead of soap.
13 In order, however, that our superior position might not be compromised thereby, a money-box was kept on the kitchen mantel-shelf, in to which it was publicly made known that all my earnings were dropped.
14 She had no idea what stock she had, or what the price of anything in it was; but there was a little greasy memorandum-book kept in a drawer, which served as a Catalogue of Prices, and by this oracle Biddy arranged all the shop transaction.
15 If I slept at all that night, it was only to imagine myself drifting down the river on a strong spring-tide, to the Hulks; a ghostly pirate calling out to me through a speaking-trumpet, as I passed the gibbet-station, that I had better come ashore and be hanged there at once, and not put it off.
16 I was nearly going away without the pie, but I was tempted to mount upon a shelf, to look what it was that was put away so carefully in a covered earthen ware dish in a corner, and I found it was the pie, and I took it in the hope that it was not intended for early use, and would not be missed for some time.
17 Mr. Wopsle, united to a Roman nose and a large shining bald forehead, had a deep voice which he was uncommonly proud of; indeed it was understood among his acquaintance that if you could only give him his head, he would read the clergyman into fits; he himself confessed that if the Church was "thrown open," meaning to competition, he would not despair of making his mark in it.
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