I never pay a hackney coach, ma'am; I never hire one.

I haven't been in a hackney coach of my own hiring, for thirty years, and I hope I shan't be for thirty more, if I live as long.' 'I should never have forgiven myself if I had not seen him,' said Mrs Nickleby.

'Poor dear boy--going away without his breakfast too, because he feared to distress us!' 'Mighty fine certainly,' said Ralph, with great testiness.

'When I first went to business, ma'am, I took a penny loaf and a ha'porth of milk for my breakfast as I walked to the city every morning; what do you say to that, ma'am?
Breakfast! Bah!' 'Now, Nickleby,' said Squeers, coming up at the moment buttoning his greatcoat; 'I think you'd better get up behind.

I'm afraid of one of them boys falling off and then there's twenty pound a year gone.' 'Dear Nicholas,' whispered Kate, touching her brother's arm, 'who is that vulgar man ?' 'Eh!' growled Ralph, whose quick ears had caught the inquiry.