"And a bird-cage, sir," said Sam. "Veels vithin veels, a prison in a prison."

It was like a Turkish prison.

I can work for the Lord in or out of prison

I can work for the Lord in or out of prison.

In the little world in which children have their existence, whosoever brings them up, there is nothing so finely perceived and so finely felt, as injustice.

Drink with me, my dear, said Mr. Weller. "Put your lips to this here tumbler, and then I can kiss you by deputy."