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'You will tell your father, Sam, that if I can be of any assistance to him in his present situation, I shall be most willing and ready to lend him any aid in my power, said Mr. Pickwick. 'Thank'ee, sir, rejoined Sam. 'I'll mention it, sir. And with some expressions of mutual good-will and interest, master and man separated.
"My lord," she said, "my lord, we were all so depressed when we heard of it." "Were you, indeed?" "All the Row was depressed, my lord. But I was the first who knew it. It was I who communicated the sad tidings to Miss Fay. It was, indeed, my lord. I saw it in the Evening Tell-Tale, and went across with the paper at once." "That was very good of you." "Thank'ee, my lord.
Why?" knowing of the secret fund for future expenses, the story having been told to him by his nephews, "have you gold of which you wish to dispose? If so, I will do my best to sell it for you at advantage." "No, thank'ee, sir," she answered.
A change in Mr Dombey's face, which seemed to express recollection of him, and so it did, but it expressed in a much stronger degree an angry sense of humiliation, stopped Mr Toodle short. 'No thank'ee, Sir, returned Toodle, 'I can't say she does. I don't. Mr Dombey was stopped short now in his turn: and awkwardly: with his hand in his pocket.
"Pretty well, thank'ee, Sir," says the gen'l'm'n; "sit down, Mr. Weller pray sit down, sir." So my father sits down, and he and the gen'l'm'n looks wery hard at each other. "You don't remember me?" said the gen'l'm'n. "Can't say I do," says my father. "Oh, I know you," says the gen'l'm'n: "know'd you when you was a boy," says he. "Well, I don't remember you," says my father.
Devereux got up and received him with a slight bow and no smile, and a 'Pray take a chair, Doctor Toole. 'Well, this is a bright fit of the dismals, said little Toole, nothing overawed. 'May I sit near the fire? 'Upon it, said Devereux, sadly. 'Thank'ee, said Toole, clapping his feet on the fender, with a grin, and making himself comfortable. 'May I poke it? 'Thank'ee, again.
And where does your fifty-cow dairy lie, Mr. Venn?" "At Stickleford about two miles to the right of Alderworth, ma'am, where the meads begin. I have thought that if Mr. Yeobright would like to pay me a visit sometimes he shouldn't stay away for want of asking. I'll not bide to tea this afternoon, thank'ee, for I've got something on hand that must be settled.
Every morning he swore to himself that nothing would induce him to mention the subject of rheumatism, but no sooner had the stricken old gentleman's head appeared above the fence than out it came. 'Morning, Mr Williams. 'Morning, Tom. Pause, indicative of a strong man struggling with himself; then: 'How's the rheumatism, Mr Williams? 'Better, thank'ee, Tom.
Tom blew his smoke aside, after he had been smoking a little while, and took an observation of his friend. 'He don't seem to care about his dress, thought Tom, 'and yet how capitally he does it. What an easy swell he is! Mr. James Harthouse, happening to catch Tom's eye, remarked that he drank nothing, and filled his glass with his own negligent hand. 'Thank'ee, said Tom. 'Thank'ee. Well, Mr.
"Fifteen," interjected the skipper. "Thank'ee, sir, I ain't much of a hand at figgers myself, but in course you're right fifteen it is," said Dickinson. "Then there's me and Tom Poole that's my pertickler mate promoted he is to the armourer's berth and Dick Sullivan and Ned Masters that's four more, making fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen nineteen, ain't it, sir?"
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