There were three great caravans or cars attached. The ladies' car, the gentlemen's car, and the car for negroes; the latter painted black, as an appropriate compliment to its company.

Mrs Gamp proved to be very choice in her eating, and repudiated hashed mutton with scorn. In her drinking too, she was very punctual and particular, requiring a pint of mild porter at lunch, a pint at dinner, half a pint as a species of stay or holdfast between dinner and tea, and a pint of the celebrated staggering ale, or Real Old Brighton Tipper, at supper; besides the bottle on the chimney-piece, and such casual invitations to refresh herself with wine as the good-breeding of her employers might promp them to offer.

'My dear Mr Jonas,' cried the affectionate parent, with an ingenuous smile, 'what a very singulat inquiry!'
'Now, don't you mind whether it's a singular or a plural one,' retorted Jonas, [...].

For the surplus, it was agreed that it should be devoted to aiding the enforcement of those free and equal laws, which render it incalculably more criminal and dangerous to teach a negro to read and write, than to roast him in a public city.

'I'll tell you plainly what it is, Captain,' said Mark. 'I want to ask you a question.'
'A man may ask a question, so he may,' returned Kedgick: strongly implying that another man might not answer a question, so he he mightn't.