1 Brandy and water I alwayth take.
2 The golden waters were not there.
3 When the time drew near for retiring, Mr. Bounderby took a glass of water.
4 Gutters and pipes had burst, drains had overflowed, and streets were under water.
5 The candle was brought up again, feebly burning, and then some water was cast in.
6 They gave him drink, moistened his face with water, and administered some drops of cordial and wine.
7 The air that would be healthful to the earth, the water that would enrich it, the heat that would ripen it, tear it when caged up.
8 The figure descended the great stairs, steadily, steadily; always verging, like a weight in deep water, to the black gulf at the bottom.
9 Sun-blinds, and sprinklings of water, a little cooled the main streets and the shops; but the mills, and the courts and alleys, baked at a fierce heat.
10 He lighted a candle, set out his little tea-board, got hot water from below, and brought in small portions of tea and sugar, a loaf, and some butter from the nearest shop.
11 Left alone with her mother, Louisa saw her lying with an awful lull upon her face, like one who was floating away upon some great water, all resistance over, content to be carried down the stream.
12 As he stood there, trying to quench his fiery face with his drink of water, the comparison between the orator and the crowd of attentive faces turned towards him, was extremely to his disadvantage.
13 By dint of roaring at the top of his voice under a flaring gaslight, clenching his fists, knitting his brows, setting his teeth, and pounding with his arms, he had taken so much out of himself by this time, that he was brought to a stop, and called for a glass of water.
14 There was a piece of ornamental water immediately below the parapet, on the other side, into which Mr. James Harthouse had a very strong inclination to pitch Mr. Thomas Gradgrind junior, as the injured men of Coketown threatened to pitch their property into the Atlantic.
15 If he had had any sense of what he had done that night, and had been less of a whelp and more of a brother, he might have turned short on the road, might have gone down to the ill-smelling river that was dyed black, might have gone to bed in it for good and all, and have curtained his head for ever with its filthy waters.