He may cringe and growl, or cringe and not growl; but he either beats or cringes.

Ask Wemmick his opinion." "Either beats or cringes," said Wemmick, not at all addressing himself to me.
"So here's to Mrs.Bentley Drummle," said Mr.Jaggers, taking a decanter of choicer wine from his dumb-waiter, and filling for each of us and for himself, "and may the question of supremacy be settled to the lady's satisfaction! To the satisfaction of the lady and the gentleman, it never will be.

Now, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, how slow you are to-day!" She was at his elbow when he addressed her, putting a dish upon the table.

As she withdrew her hands from it, she fell back a step or two, nervously muttering some excuse.

And a certain action of her fingers, as she spoke, arrested my attention.
"What's the matter ?" said Mr.Jaggers.
"Nothing.