Towards that small and ghostly hour, [Mr. Cruncher] rose up from his chair, took a key out of his pocket, opened a locked cupboard, and brought forth a sack, a crowbar of convenient size, a rope and chain, and other fishing tackle of that nature.

“In truth she is not a hard lady naturally, and the time has been when the sight…”

“what wind blows you here? nit an ill wind, I hope”

“All through dinner, Flora combined her present appetite for eating and drinking…”

“there are quiet victories and struggles, great sacrifices of self, and noble ac…”