1 Her expression air then as follering: 'Mr. Gargery.'
2 "Stop half a moment, Mr. Gargery," said the strange man.
3 Now, Joseph Gargery, I warn you this is your last chance.
4 "You're a foul shrew, Mother Gargery," growled the journeyman.
5 The house seems to have been violently entered when Joe Gargery was out.
6 Gargery's power to part you and Tickler in sunders were not fully equal to his inclinations.
7 As she had never said any word for a long while, I ran and fetched in Mr. Gargery from the forge.
8 Now, Joseph Gargery, I am the bearer of an offer to relieve you of this young fellow your apprentice.
9 She was not a good-looking woman, my sister; and I had a general impression that she must have made Joe Gargery marry her by hand.
10 I write this by request of Mr. Gargery, for to let you know that he is going to London in company with Mr. Wopsle and would be glad if agreeable to be allowed to see you.
11 Gargery had departed this life on Monday last at twenty minutes past six in the evening, and that my attendance was requested at the interment on Monday next at three o'clock in the afternoon.
12 Having at that time to find out for myself what the expression meant, and knowing her to have a hard and heavy hand, and to be much in the habit of laying it upon her husband as well as upon me, I supposed that Joe Gargery and I were both brought up by hand.