Over the fish-dish — something sole-like, exquisitely seethed in a strange sauce, garnished with roots and fruits of the country — Tommy became sentimental.

To be sure Judge Fell and Mr. Miner were Federalists, but the first was an ardent Pennamite while the latter was a regular Yankee and claimant under Connecticut.

Well, because of this state of things they crabbed his scheme from the first, ridiculed it, wrote against it, spread broadcast a feeling of distrust.

[…] politicians, characters, and prison toughs are considered upper middle class, square johns the middle class, and prison queens, rapos, and punks the lower class (Silverman, 2001).