'Oh, no! I'm a very umble person.' It was no fancy of mine about his hands, I observed; for he frequently ground the palms against each other as if to squeeze them dry and warm, besides often wiping them, in a stealthy way, on his pocket-handkerchief.
'I am well aware that I am the umblest person going,' said Uriah Heep, modestly; 'let the other be where he may.

My mother is likewise a very umble person.

We live in a numble abode, Master Copperfield, but have much to be thankful for.

My father's former calling was umble.

He was a sexton.' 'What is he now ?' I asked.
'He is a partaker of glory at present, Master Copperfield,' said Uriah Heep.