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Finding the lady in tears one time when Boots goes to see how the runaway couple are getting on, "Mrs. Harry Walmers, junior, fatigued, sir?" asks Cobbs. "Yes, she is tired, Cobbs; but she is not used to be away from home, and she has been in low spirits again. Cobbs, do you think you could bring a biffin, please?"

The fruit laboriously gathered from the tree of knowledge by this latter young gentleman, in fact, had been subjected to so much pressure, that it had become a kind of intellectual Norfolk Biffin, and had nothing of its original form or flavour remaining.

And mind this, Major Biffin, I shall always do as I like in such matters without reference to you or to any one else. I am my own mistress." "And do you mean to remain so?" "Ask no questions, and then you'll be told no stories." "That's civil." "If you don't like it, you had better go, for there's more to follow of the same sort." "You are very sharp to-night."

Price told me all about Captain M'Gramm." "Has she? Well! It seems that he, Biffin, has taken advantage of her frank, easy manner, and talked of her to every man in the ship. I think she has been quite right to cut him." And so they discussed the two ladies. And at last Mrs. Price got her porter, and Mrs. Cox got her pale ale.

"I may believe as much of that as I like." "You may believe it all. Come, there's my hand." "Well, I suppose I must forgive you. There's mine. Will that please you?" Major Biffin was the happiest man in the world, and Mrs. Cox went to her berth that night not altogether dissatisfied. Before she did so, she had the major's offer in writing in her pocket; and had shown it to Mrs.

There is that horrid fellow eyeing me, as he always does; Major Biffin, I mean. Is he not exactly like a barber's block? I do so hate him!" "But he doesn't hate you, Mrs. Cox." "Doesn't he? Well then, he may if he likes. But don't let's talk of him. Talk to me about England, Mr. Bertram. Sometimes I do so long to be there and then sometimes I don't." "You don't why not?" "Do you?"

"I hope you have enjoyed your voyage," said he. "Which voyage?" she asked. "Oh! your voyage home from Alexandria your voyage since you made the acquaintance of Mr. what's his name, the parson's cousin?" "Mr. What's-his-name, as you call him, is nothing to me, I can assure you, Major Biffin. His real name, however, is Bertram.

He has been very civil when some other people were not inclined to be so, that is all." "Is that all? The people here do say " "Then I tell you what, Major Biffin, I do not care one straw what the people say not one straw. You know whose fault it has been if I have been thrown with this stranger. Nobody knows it as well.

When Mr Sparkler was admitted to this closing audience, Mr Merdle came creeping in with not much more appearance of arms in his sleeves than if he had been the twin brother of Miss Biffin, and insisted on escorting Mr Dorrit down-stairs.

"Oh, yes, I did; very often. And the 'Lahore' and the 'Cagliari' are different things." "Very different it seems. But the sea itself is not so fickle as a woman." And Major Biffin became a picture of injured innocence. "And the land is not so dry as a man, Major Biffin; that is, some men. Ha! ha! ha! Good-morning, Major Biffin." And so saying, she went down by herself.