All along the chimneypiece were ranged bottles of horse, pig, and cow medicines, and against the wall was a high table, made up of the fragments of an old oak Iychgate.
Upon this stood stuffed specimens of owls, divers, and gulls, and over them bunches of wheat and barley ears, labelled with the date of the year that produced them.

Some cases and shelves, more or less laden with books, the prominent titles of which were Dr.Brown's 'Notes on the Romans,' Dr.Smith's 'Notes on the Corinthians,' and Dr.Robinson's 'Notes on the Galatians, Ephesians, and Philippians,' just saved the character of the place, in spite of a girl's doll's-house standing above them, a marine aquarium in the window, and Elfride's hat hanging on its corner.
'Business, business!' said Mr.Swancourt after breakfast.

He began to find it necessary to act the part of a fly-wheel towards the somewhat irregular forces of his visitor.
They prepared to go to the church; the vicar, on second thoughts, mounting his coal-black mare to avoid exerting his foot too much at starting.

Stephen said he should want a man to assist him.

'Worm!' the vicar shouted.
A minute or two after a voice was heard round the corner of the building, mumbling, 'Ah, I used to be strong enough, but 'tis altered now! Well, there, I'm as independent as one here and there, even if they do write 'squire after their names.' 'What's the matter ?' said the vicar, as William Worm appeared; when the remarks were repeated to him.
'Worm says some very true things sometimes,' Mr.Swancourt said, turning to Stephen.