Charles Dickens's works. Charles Dickens ed. [18 vols. of a 21 vol. set. Wanting A child's history of England; Christmas stories; The mystery of Edwin Drood].1868 |
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... seemed to me too profound a joke to be inserted in the body of this book , or I should have restored it to Conversation Kenge or to Mr. Vholes , with one or other of whom I think it must have originated . In such mouths I might have ...
... seemed to me too profound a joke to be inserted in the body of this book , or I should have restored it to Conversation Kenge or to Mr. Vholes , with one or other of whom I think it must have originated . In such mouths I might have ...
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... seemed to be running into us , and we seemed to be running into every other conveyance , I began to believe that we really were approaching the end of our journey . Very soon afterwards we stopped . A young gentleman who had inked ...
... seemed to be running into us , and we seemed to be running into every other conveyance , I began to believe that we really were approaching the end of our journey . Very soon afterwards we stopped . A young gentleman who had inked ...
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... seemed to change her mind in a moment , and kissed me . In short , she had such a natural , captivating , winning manner , that in a few minutes we were sitting in the window - seat , with the light of the fire upon us , talking ...
... seemed to change her mind in a moment , and kissed me . In short , she had such a natural , captivating , winning manner , that in a few minutes we were sitting in the window - seat , with the light of the fire upon us , talking ...
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... seemed to us to have gained some . When we got under the colonnade , Mr. Kenge remembered that he must go back for a moment , to ask a question ; and left us in the fog , with the Lord Chancellor's carriage and servants waiting for him ...
... seemed to us to have gained some . When we got under the colonnade , Mr. Kenge remembered that he must go back for a moment , to ask a question ; and left us in the fog , with the Lord Chancellor's carriage and servants waiting for him ...
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... seemed to stifle him . But what principally struck us was a jaded , and unhealthy - looking , though by no means plain girl , at the writing - table , who sat biting the feather of her pen , and staring at us . I suppose nobody ever was ...
... seemed to stifle him . But what principally struck us was a jaded , and unhealthy - looking , though by no means plain girl , at the writing - table , who sat biting the feather of her pen , and staring at us . I suppose nobody ever was ...
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Page 2 - The raw afternoon is rawest, and the dense fog is densest, and the muddy streets are muddiest, near that leaden-headed old obstruction, appropriate ornament for the threshold of a leaden-headed old corporation : Temple Bar. And в hard by Temple Bar, in Lincoln's Inn Hall, at the very heart of the fog, sits the Lord High Chancellor in his High Court of Chancery.
Page 3 - The little plaintiff or defendant, who was promised a new rocking-horse when Jarndyce and Jarndyce should be settled, has grown up, possessed himself of a real horse, and trotted away into the other world. Fair wards of court have faded into mothers and grandmothers ; a long procession of Chancellors has come in and gone out; the legion of bills in the suit have been transformed into mere bills of mortality...
Page 12 - So when they continued asking him, he lifted up himself, and said unto them, He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her.
Page 130 - And that's how I know how ; don't you see, sir ? " " And do you often go out ? " " As often as I can," said Charley, opening her eyes, and smiling, " because of earning sixpences and shillings ! " " And do you always lock the babies up when you go out ? " " To keep 'cm safe, sir, don't you see ?
Page 399 - The light is come upon the dark benighted way. Dead ! Dead, your Majesty. Dead, my lords and gentlemen. Dead, Right Reverends and Wrong Reverends of every order. Dead, men and women, born with Heavenly compassion in your hearts. And dying thus around us every day.
Page 351 - Then upon my honour," says Sir Leicester after a terrific pause during which he has been heard to snort and felt to stare, "then upon my honour, upon my life, upon my reputation and principles, the floodgates of society are burst open, and the waters have - a obliterated the landmarks of the framework of the cohesion by which things are held together!
Page 107 - ... little, playing the piano a little, playing the guitar a little, playing the harp a little, singing a little, working a little, reading a little, writing poetry a little, and botanising a little.
Page 1 - Fog everywhere. Fog up the river, where it flows among green aits and meadows; fog down the river, where it rolls denied among the tiers of shipping, and the waterside pollutions of a great (and dirty) city. Fog on the Essex marshes, fog on the Kentish heights.
Page 398 - Jo closes his eyes, muttering, "I'm wery thankful." After watching him closely a little while, Allan puts his mouth very near his ear and says to him in a low, distinct voice, "Jo! Did you ever know a prayer?