He drew his two pounds per week--his stipulated wages--and he made, it is hard to say what, besides.

Avarice and tyranny were the predominant passions of Roy's mind; bad qualities, and likely to bring forth bad fruits when joined to petty power.
About three years previous to Mr.Verner's death, a stranger had appeared in Clay Lane, and set up a shop there.

Nearly every conceivable thing in the shape of eatables was sold in it; that is, such eatables as are in request among the poor.

Bread, flour, meat, potatoes, butter, tea, sugar, red herrings, and the like.

Soap and candles were also sold; and afterwards the man added green vegetables and coals, the latter doled out by the measure, so much a "kipe." The man's name was Peckaby; he and his wife were without family, and they managed the shop between them.