'He's never tasted nothin' sin' yesterday mornin', but a cup o' tea.' 'When was your missis took worse ?' 'O' Monday night.

They sent for Dr Madeley i' the middle o' the day yisterday, an' he's here again now.' 'Is the baby alive ?' 'No, it died last night.

The children's all at Mrs.Bond's.

She come and took 'em away last night, but the master says they must be fetched soon.
He's up-stairs now, wi' Dr Madeley and Mr.Brand.' At this moment Mrs.Hackit heard the sound of a heavy, slow foot, in the passage; and presently Amos Barton entered, with dry despairing eyes, haggard and unshaven.

He expected to find the sitting-room as he left it, with nothing to meet his eyes but Milly's work-basket in the corner of the sofa, and the children's toys overturned in the bow-window.