'It is a melancholy pleasure to recall his traits.
Respecting his legs now-- ?' 'Crooked, certainly,' said Mrs Jiniwin.

'Do you think they WERE crooked ?' said Brass, in an insinuating tone.

'I think I see them now coming up the street very wide apart, in nankeen' pantaloons a little shrunk and without straps.

Ah! what a vale of tears we live in.

Do we say crooked ?' 'I think they were a little so,' observed Mrs Quilp with a sob.
'Legs crooked,' said Brass, writing as he spoke.