Micawber in front of the petition, while my old friend Captain Hopkins
(who had washed himself, to do honour to so solemn an occasion) stationed himself close to it, to read it to all who were unacquainted with its contents.
Stanley Hopkins drew a slip of paper from his pocket.
My good Hopkins, I have investigated many crimes, but I have never yet seen one which was committed by a flying creature.
Stanley Hopkins drew from his pocket a drab-covered notebook.
Stanley Hopkins swore between his teeth, and struck his thigh with his clenched hand.
If you will call a four-wheeler, Hopkins, we shall be ready to start for Forest Row in a quarter of an hour.
Stanley Hopkins led us first to the house, where he introduced us to a haggard, gray-haired woman, the widow of the murdered man, whose gaunt and deep-lined face, with the furtive look of terror in the depths of her red-rimmed eyes, told of the years of hardship and ill-usage which she had endured.
Stanley Hopkins drew the key from his pocket and had stooped to the lock, when he paused with a look of attention and surprise upon his face.
By the bye, Bob,' said Hopkins, with a scarcely perceptible glance at Mr.
Hopkins appeared highly gratified with his own pleasantry, and continued--'No, the way was this.
He's in the hospital now,' said Jack Hopkins, 'and he makes such a devil of a noise when he walks about, that they're obliged to muffle him in a watchman's coat, for fear he should wake the patients.
Very singular things occur in our profession, I can assure you, Sir,' said Hopkins.
Now,' said Jack Hopkins, 'just to set us going again, Bob, I don't mind singing a song.
inquired Hopkins, 'or keep on ringing the bell, or go and groan on the staircase?
I am very much indebted to you for your friendship and good- nature, Hopkins,' said the wretched Mr.