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--Don't you know he's dead? says Joe. --Paddy Dignam dead! says Alf. --Ay, says Joe. --Sure I'm after seeing him not five minutes ago, says Alf, as plain as a pikestaff. --Who's dead? says Bob Doran. --You saw his ghost then, says Joe, God between us and harm.

Mr Pecksniff was a moral man — a grave man, a man of noble sentiments and speech — and he had had her christened Mercy. Mercy! oh, what a charming name for such a pure–souled Being as the youngest Miss Pecksniff! Her sister’s name was Charity. There was a good thing! Mercy and Charity!

As Overbrook helped him with his coat, Babbitt said, “Nice to rub up on the old days! We must have lunch together, P.D.Q.”