You can't give such a blow with your fingers as you can with your fists, can you ?" Up went a score of fists.

"We've the fists: we've the fists," was shouted.
Cornelia, smiling on Mr.Barrett, asked him why he had confused the poor people with the long word "tautological." "I threw it as a bone," said he.

"I think you will observe that they are already quieter.

They are reflecting on what it signifies, and will by-and-by quarrel as to the spelling of it.

At any rate it occupies them." Cornelia laughed inwardly, and marked with pain that his own humour gave him no merriment.
At the subsiding of the echoes that coupled Squire Pole and the Junction Club together, Squire Pole replied.