I am weary of you.' 'I am sorry for that, sir,' rejoined Mr Pecksniff, 'because I have a duty to discharge, from which, depend upon it, I shall not shrink.

No, sir, I shall not shrink.' It is a lamentable fact, that as Mr Pecksniff stood erect beside the bed, in all the dignity of Goodness, and addressed him thus, the old man cast an angry glance towards the candlestick, as if he were possessed by a strong inclination to launch it at his cousin's head.

But he constrained himself, and pointing with his finger to the door, informed him that his road lay there.
'Thank you,' said Mr Pecksniff; 'I am aware of that.

I am going.
But before I go, I crave your leave to speak, and more than that, Mr Chuzzlewit, I must and will--yes indeed, I repeat it, must and will--be heard.

I am not surprised, sir, at anything you have told me tonight.
It is natural, very natural, and the greater part of it was known to me before.