Where's your friend ?' 'The mad woman, sir ?' said Mr Tapley.

'Oh! she's all right, sir.' 'Did she find her husband ?' 'Yes, sir.

Leastways she's found his remains,' said Mark, correcting himself.
'The man's not dead, I hope ?' 'Not altogether dead, sir,' returned Mark; 'but he's had more fevers and agues than is quite reconcilable with being alive.

When she didn't see him a-waiting for her, I thought she'd have died herself, I did!' 'Was he not here, then ?' 'HE wasn't here.

There was a feeble old shadow come a-creeping down at last, as much like his substance when she know'd him, as your shadow when it's drawn out to its very finest and longest by the sun, is like you.