'Large head, short body, legs crooked--' Very crooked,' suggested Mrs Jiniwin.
'We'll not say very crooked, ma'am,' said Brass piously.

'Let us not bear hard upon the weaknesses of the deceased.

He is gone, ma'am, to where his legs will never come in question .-- We will content ourselves with crooked, Mrs Jiniwin.' 'I thought you wanted the truth,' said the old lady.

'That's all.' 'Bless your eyes, how I love you,' muttered Quilp.

'There she goes again.