1 He'll be eighty-two next birthday.
2 Come now and then; come on your birthday.
3 I had taken care to have it well understood in Little Britain when my birthday was.
4 Not another word had I heard to enlighten me on the subject of my expectations, and my twenty-third birthday was a week gone.
5 The interview lasted but a few minutes, and she gave me a guinea when I was going, and told me to come again on my next birthday.
6 It was an uncomfortable consideration on a twenty-first birthday, that coming of age at all seemed hardly worth while in such a guarded and suspicious world as he made of it.
7 But we had looked forward to my one-and-twentieth birthday, with a crowd of speculations and anticipations, for we had both considered that my guardian could hardly help saying something definite on that occasion.
8 I now fell into a regular routine of apprenticeship life, which was varied beyond the limits of the village and the marshes, by no more remarkable circumstance than the arrival of my birthday and my paying another visit to Miss Havisham.
9 What with the birthday visitors, and what with the cards, and what with the fight, my stay had lasted so long, that when I neared home the light on the spit of sand off the point on the marshes was gleaming against a black night-sky, and Joe's furnace was flinging a path of fire across the road.