She went through precisely the same business.

She surveyed the house all round with glances of gratitude; and trembled, and almost sank with emotion, over her favourite trap-door.

She seized the flowers (Foker discharged a prodigious bouquet at her, and even Smirke made a feeble shy with a rose, and blushed dreadfully when it fell into the pit).

She seized the flowers and pressed them to her swelling heart--etc., etc .-- in a word--we refer the reader to earlier pages.

Twinkling in her breast poor old Pen saw a locket which he had bought of Mr.Nathan in High Street, with the last shilling he was worth, and a sovereign borrowed from Smirke.
'Black-Eyed Susan' followed, at which sweet story our gentle-hearted friends were exceedingly charmed and affected: and in which Susan, with a russet gown and a pink ribbon in her cap, looked to the full as lovely as Ophelia.