Much as if one nostril was caught up with a horse-hair and a little fish-hook.

Yes, he came to the same end; quite the natural end here, I assure you.
He forged wills, this blade did, if he didn't also put the supposed testators to sleep too.

You were a gentlemanly Cove, though" (Mr.
Wemmick was again apostrophizing), "and you said you could write Greek.
Yah, Bounceable! What a liar you were! I never met such a liar as you!" Before putting his late friend on his shelf again, Wemmick touched the largest of his mourning rings and said, "Sent out to buy it for me, only the day before." While he was putting up the other cast and coming down from the chair, the thought crossed my mind that all his personal jewelry was derived from like sources.

As he had shown no diffidence on the subject, I ventured on the liberty of asking him the question, when he stood before me, dusting his hands.
"O yes," he returned, "these are all gifts of that kind.

One brings another, you see; that's the way of it.