Then drawing his arm across his eyes, he picked up Mr Squeers's hat, and taking it under one arm, and his own under the other, walked slowly and sadly out.
'Your romance, sir,' said Ralph, lingering for a moment, 'is destroyed, I take it.

No unknown; no persecuted descendant of a man of high degree; but the weak, imbecile son of a poor, petty tradesman.

We shall see how your sympathy melts before plain matter of fact.' 'You shall,' said Nicholas, motioning towards the door.
'And trust me, sir,' added Ralph, 'that I never supposed you would give him up tonight.

Pride, obstinacy, reputation for fine feeling, were all against it.

These must be brought down, sir, lowered, crushed, as they shall be soon.