Mr.Jingle crumpled up the licence, and thrust it into his coat pocket.

The unwelcome visitors advanced into the middle of the room.

'You--you are a nice rascal, arn't you ?' exclaimed Wardle, breathless with passion.
'My dear Sir, my dear sir,' said the little man, laying his hat on the table, 'pray, consider--pray.

Defamation of character: action for damages.

Calm yourself, my dear sir, pray--' 'How dare you drag my sister from my house ?' said the old man.
Ay--ay--very good,' said the little gentleman, 'you may ask that.