Your pensioner up-stairs she comes to visit.

I do suspect there kinship is betwixt them.

Ay! one might swear them sisters.
She's a relief to the monotony of the petrified street--the old man with the brown-gaitered legs and the doubled-up old woman with the crutch.

I heard the London horn this morning.' Evan thrust the letter in his hands, telling him to read and form an opinion on it, and went in the track of Miss Wheedle.
Mr.Raikes resumed his station against the pillar, and held the letter out on a level with his thigh.

Acting (as it was his nature to do off the stage), he had not exaggerated his profound melancholy.