The young Misses Wardle were so frightened, that Mr.Trundle was actually obliged to hold one of them up in the carriage, while Mr.Snodgrass supported the other; and Mr.Wardle's sister suffered under such a dreadful state of nervous alarm, that Mr.
Tupman found it indispensably necessary to put his arm round her waist, to keep her up at all.

Everybody was excited, except the fat boy, and he slept as soundly as if the roaring of cannon were his ordinary lullaby.
'Joe, Joe!' said the stout gentleman, when the citadel was taken, and the besiegers and besieged sat down to dinner.

'Damn that boy, he's gone to sleep again.

Be good enough to pinch him, sir--in the leg, if you please; nothing else wakes him--thank you.

Undo the hamper, Joe.' The fat boy, who had been effectually roused by the compression of a portion of his leg between the finger and thumb of Mr.Winkle, rolled off the box once again, and proceeded to unpack the hamper with more expedition than could have been expected from his previous inactivity.
'Now we must sit close,' said the stout gentleman.