Nor were those humane sentiments silent; and the rough seemed to be even more overcome than the others: no brains were required to pity this poor fellow now; and so strong an appeal to their hearts, through their senses, roused their good impulses and rare sensibilities.

Oh, it was strange to hear good and kindly sentiments come out in the Dash dialect.
"It's a -- -- shame!" "There lies a good workman done for by some -- -- thief, that wasn't fit to blow his bellows, -- -- him!" "Say he WAS a cockney, he was always -- -- civil." "And life's as sweet to him as to any man in Hillsborough." "Hold your -- -- tongue, he's coming to." Henry did recover his wits enough to speak; and what do you think was his first word?
He clasped his hands together, and said,--"MY MOTHER! OH, DON'T LET HER KNOW!" This simple cry went through many a rough heart; a loud gulp or two were heard soon after, and more than one hard and coaly cheek was channeled by sudden tears.

But now a burly figure came rolling in; they drew back and silenced each other.--"The Doctor!" This was the remarkable person they called Jack Doubleface.

Nature had stuck a philosophic head, with finely-cut features, and a mouth brimful of finesse, on to a corpulent and ungraceful body, that yawed from side to side as he walked.
The man of art opened with two words.

He looked up at the white cloud, which was now floating away; sniffed the air, and said, "Gunpowder!" Then he looked down at Little, and said, "Ah!" half dryly, half sadly.
Indeed several sentences of meaning condensed themselves into that simple interjection.