1 Orlick, with his hands in his pockets, slouched heavily at my side.
2 We saw the boat go alongside, and we saw him taken up the side and disappear.
3 While going along, the strange gentleman occasionally looked at me, and occasionally bit the side of his finger.
4 Until she opened the side entrance, I had fancied, without thinking about it, that it must necessarily be night-time.
5 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.
6 We traversed but one side of the square, however, and at the end of it she stopped, and put her candle down and opened a door.
7 His head was all on one side, and one of his eyes was half shut up, as if he were taking aim at something with an invisible gun.
8 In short, I turned over on my face when I came to that, and got a good grasp on the hair on each side of my head, and wrenched it well.
9 They came in again without finding anything, and then we struck out on the open marshes, through the gate at the side of the churchyard.
10 The other convict was livid to look at, and, in addition to the old bruised left side of his face, seemed to be bruised and torn all over.
11 He did not turn me upside down this time to get at what I had, but left me right side upwards while I opened the bundle and emptied my pockets.
12 There was a bar at the Jolly Bargemen, with some alarmingly long chalk scores in it on the wall at the side of the door, which seemed to me to be never paid off.
13 Pursuing my idea as I leaned back in my wooden chair, and looked at Biddy sewing away with her head on one side, I began to think her rather an extraordinary girl.
14 He was about to take another bite, and had just got his head on one side for a good purchase on it, when his eye fell on me, and he saw that my bread and butter was gone.
15 Joe was a fair man, with curls of flaxen hair on each side of his smooth face, and with eyes of such a very undecided blue that they seemed to have somehow got mixed with their own whites.
16 Here, the daylight reappeared, and I found myself in a small paved courtyard, the opposite side of which was formed by a detached dwelling-house, that looked as if it had once belonged to the manager or head clerk of the extinct brewery.
17 On the way home, if I had been in a humor for talking, the talk must have been all on my side, for Mr. Wopsle parted from us at the door of the Jolly Bargemen, and Joe went all the way home with his mouth wide open, to rinse the rum out with as much air as possible.
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