Benjamin Disraeli

“ Upon this the bishop, looking up to the ceiling of the room in which there were several large chinks, began calling out lustily to some unseen person above, and immediately was replied to in a shrill voice of objurgation, demanding in peremptory words, interlarded with many oaths, what he wanted. His reply called down his unseen correspondent, who soon entered his workshop. It was the awful presence of Mrs Hatton; a tall, bearded virago, with a file in her hand, for that seemed the distinctive arm of the house, and eyes flashing with unbridled power. ”

“ Three boys looking about them; what's all this? Won't I be among you?" and he sprang forward and seized the luckless ears of the first apprentice he could get hold off, and wrung them till the blood spouted forth.
"Please, bishop," sang out the boy, "it worn't my fault. Here's a man what wants you."
"Who wants me?" said the bishop, looking round, and he caught the figure of Morley who had just entered the shop.
"Well, what's your will? Locks or nails?"
"Neither," said Morley; "I wish to see a man named Hatton."
"Well, you see a man named Hatton," said the bishop; "and now what do want of him?" ”

“ Where will you hear music like twenty files all working at once! You ought to be happy boys, oughtn't you? Won't there be a treat of fish after this, that's all! Hulloa, there, you red-haired varmint, what are you looking after? ”