"From the exterior of George’s Shooting Gallery, and the long entry, and the bare perspective beyond it, Allan Woodcourt augurs well. He also descries promise in the figure of Mr George himself, striding towards them in his mornmg exercise with his pipe in his mouth, no stock on, and his muscular arms, developed by broadsword and dumb-bell, weightily asserting themselves through his light shirt-sleeves."

I just discovered that I have long been a dumb-bell. I have wondered often why they are so called. It just hit me - they are a bell that makes no sound. Unless you drop it on your toe.