Чарльз Диккенс

Mr Merdle , so twisting his hands into what hair he had upon his head that he seemed to lift himself up by it as he started out of his chair , cried :

Мистер Мердл, так вцепившись руками в волосы, которые были у него на голове, что, казалось, приподнялся за них, вставая со стула, воскликнул: