There were some hooks in the beams of the ceiling, the use of which I did not divine then; and some lockers and boxes and conveniences of that sort, which served for seats and eked out the chairs.
Mr. Omer’s face and manner went for so much, that I could conscientiously nod my head, as divining his meaning.
’Come, fellow-partner!’ said Uriah, at last, ’I’ll give you another one, and I umbly ask for bumpers, seeing I intend to make it the divinest of her sex.’
I knew how quick she always was to divine the truth, and that she would never be the first to breathe his name.
I saw his bed rolled up in a corner; and what plates and dishes and pots he had, on a shelf; and I divined (God knows how) that though the two girls with the shock heads of hair were Captain Hopkins’s children, the dirty lady was not married to Captain Hopkins.
’Agnes,’ said Uriah, either not regarding him, or not knowing what the nature of his action was, ’Agnes Wickfield is, I am safe to say, the divinest of her sex.
I learned, that, when he was past creeping out of bed to open it, and past assuring himself of its safety by means of the divining rod I had seen him use, he had required to have it placed on the chair at the bed-side, where he had ever since embraced it, night and day.
We all sat round the fire; while the sharp boy, who I now divined had lost his breath in putting the papers out, cleared them away again, and produced the tea-things.
I pondered on those words, even while I was studiously attending to what followed, as if they had some particular interest, or some strange application that I could not divine.
When I went to dinner next day, and on the street door being opened, plunged into a vapour-bath of haunch of mutton, I divined that I was not the only guest, for I immediately identified the ticket-porter in disguise, assisting the family servant, and waiting at the foot of the stairs to carry up my name.
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Mrs. Chillip,’ he proceeded, in the calmest and slowest manner, ’quite electrified me, by pointing out that Mr. Murdstone sets up an image of himself, and calls it the Divine Nature.
If she were not true to it, might the object she now had in life, which bound her to something devoid of evil, in its passing away from her, leave her more forlorn and more despairing, if that were possible, than she had been upon the river’s brink that night; and then might all help, human and Divine, renounce her evermore!