1 He was a smooth one to talk, and was a dab at the ways of gentlefolks.
2 Tickler was a wax-ended piece of cane, worn smooth by collision with my tickled frame.
3 I lived rough, that you should live smooth; I worked hard, that you should be above work.
4 It was the first time that a grave had opened in my road of life, and the gap it made in the smooth ground was wonderful.
5 The chisel had made three or four of these attempts at embellishment over his nose, but had given them up without an effort to smooth them off.
6 My sister looked at Pumblechook: who smoothed the elbows of his wooden arm-chair, and nodded at her and at the fire, as if he had known all about it beforehand.
7 Joe was a fair man, with curls of flaxen hair on each side of his smooth face, and with eyes of such a very undecided blue that they seemed to have somehow got mixed with their own whites.
8 In this progress I was much annoyed by the abject Pumblechook, who, being behind me, persisted all the way as a delicate attention in arranging my streaming hatband, and smoothing my cloak.
9 I got rid of my injured feelings for the time by kicking them into the brewery wall, and twisting them out of my hair, and then I smoothed my face with my sleeve, and came from behind the gate.
10 It was a smooth way of going on, perhaps, in respect of saving trouble; but it had the appearance of being expensive, for the servants felt it a duty they owed to themselves to be nice in their eating and drinking, and to keep a deal of company down stairs.