He grew so pragmatical that he took upon him the Government of my whole Family.

One thing alone seems to be certain, and that is that the cockroach will be the final master of this globe; and if the defrostee is unfortunate enough to survive into that era, he will have to take what is given him, and the greatest minds of our time declare it is not likely to be much.

And Mrs. Newcome was not unkind: and if Clive had been really a young duke, I am sure he would have had the best bed-room at Marble Hill, and not one of the far-off little rooms in the boys' wing; I am sure he would have had jellies and Charlottes Russes, instead of mere broth, chicken and batter pudding as fell to his lot; […]

Whether or not his shambling, unkempt, poiseless figure was the domicile of an immortal soul, was matter for question.