He paws! He's a slinker and a prowler and a leerer. He's a pest and a worm!

The museum's new exhibit is drawing quite a crowd.

His foul hands got dirt all over the kitchen.

What walks I took alone, down muddy lanes, in the bad winter weather, carrying that parlour, and Mr. and Miss Murdstone in it, everywhere: a monstrous load that I was obliged to bear, a daymare that there was no possibility of breaking in, a weight that brooded on my wits, and blunted them!