That's 'Nelson's touch.' Ever heard of it ?" "I've heard of _him_, I should hope.

Look y' here, mister, did you ever know him?
Honour bright, now!" "Friends, my son: dear, dear friends! And the gentleman 'pon the box, there, drunk some of the very rum he was brought home in.
He's never recovered it." "And to think of my meeting you!" "Ay, 'tis a small world," agreed Mr.Jope cheerfully: "like a cook's galley, small and cosy and no time to chat in it.

Now then, my slumb'ring ogre!" The driver, who from the moment of the mishap had remained comatose, shook his reins feebly and we jogged forward.

But this was his last effort.

At the next sharp bend in the road he lurched suddenly, swayed for a moment, and toppled to earth with a thud.