The pocket Dickens, passages chosen by A.H. Hyatt1906 |
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Стр. 75
... sweet fresh air ; merry bells . Oh , glorious . Glorious ! " What's to - day ! ' cried Scrooge , calling downward to a boy in Sunday clothes , who perhaps had loitered in to look about him . ' EH ? ' returned the boy , with all 75.
... sweet fresh air ; merry bells . Oh , glorious . Glorious ! " What's to - day ! ' cried Scrooge , calling downward to a boy in Sunday clothes , who perhaps had loitered in to look about him . ' EH ? ' returned the boy , with all 75.
Стр. 77
... cried Scrooge , patting it with his hand . ' I scarcely ever looked at it before . What an honest expression it has in its face ! It's a wonderful knocker ! -Here's the turkey . Hallo ! Whoop ! How are you ! Merry Christmas ! ' It was a ...
... cried Scrooge , patting it with his hand . ' I scarcely ever looked at it before . What an honest expression it has in its face ! It's a wonderful knocker ! -Here's the turkey . Hallo ! Whoop ! How are you ! Merry Christmas ! ' It was a ...
Стр. 78
... cried . IN the afternoon Scrooge turned his steps towards his nephew's house . He passed the door a dozen times , before he had the courage to go up and knock . But he made a dash , and did it . Is your master at home , my dear ? ' said ...
... cried . IN the afternoon Scrooge turned his steps towards his nephew's house . He passed the door a dozen times , before he had the courage to go up and knock . But he made a dash , and did it . Is your master at home , my dear ? ' said ...
Стр. 79
... cried Fred , ' who's that ? ' ' It's I. Your uncle Scrooge . I have come to dinner . Will you let me in , Fred ? ' Let him in ! It's a mercy he didn't shake his arm off . He was at home in five minutes . Nothing could be heartier . His ...
... cried Fred , ' who's that ? ' ' It's I. Your uncle Scrooge . I have come to dinner . Will you let me in , Fred ? ' Let him in ! It's a mercy he didn't shake his arm off . He was at home in five minutes . Nothing could be heartier . His ...
Стр. 81
... cried old Fezziwig , skipping down from the high desk , with wonderful agility . ' Clear away , my lads , and let's have lots of room here ! Hilli - ho , Dick ! Chirrup , Ebenezer ! ' Clear away ! There was nothing they wouldn't have ...
... cried old Fezziwig , skipping down from the high desk , with wonderful agility . ' Clear away , my lads , and let's have lots of room here ! Hilli - ho , Dick ! Chirrup , Ebenezer ! ' Clear away ! There was nothing they wouldn't have ...
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Стр. 60 - My meaning simply is, that whatever I have tried to do in life, I have tried with all my heart to do well; that whatever I have devoted myself to, I have devoted myself to completely; that in great aims and in small, I have always been thoroughly in earnest.
Стр. 120 - She was dead. No sleep so beautiful and calm, so free from trace of pain, so fair to look upon. She seemed a creature fresh from the hand of God, and waiting for the breath of life — not one who had lived and suffered death.
Стр. 72 - Oh ! but he was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone, Scrooge! a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous old sinner! Hard and sharp as flint, from which no steel had ever struck out generous fire; secret and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster.
Стр. 230 - Christmas' on his lips should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart. He should!" "Uncle!" pleaded the nephew. "Nephew!" returned the uncle, sternly, "keep Christmas in your own way, and let me keep it in mine.
Стр. 229 - ... own room; and so surely as the clerk came in with the shovel, the master predicted that it would be necessary for them to part. Wherefore the clerk put on his white comforter, and tried to warm himself at the candle; in which effort, not being a man of a strong imagination, he failed. 'A merry Christmas, uncle! God save you!
Стр. 231 - You're quite a powerful speaker, sir,' he added, turning to his nephew. ' I wonder you don't go into Parliament.' ' Don't be angry, uncle. Come ! Dine with us to-morrow.' Scrooge said that he would see him — yes, indeed he did. He went the whole length of the expression, and said that he would see him in that extremity first. ' But why ? ' cried Scrooge's nephew. ' Why ? ' ' Why did you get married ? ' said Scrooge. I Because I fell in love.
Стр. 29 - Ah! Easily said. I am the son, Mr Meagles, of a hard father and mother. I am the only child of parents who weighed, measured, and priced everything; for whom what could not be weighed, measured, and priced, had no existence. Strict people as the phrase is, professors of a stern religion, their very religion was a gloomy sacrifice of tastes and sympathies that were never their own, offered up as a part of a bargain for the security of their possessions. Austere faces, inexorable discipline, penance...
Стр. 122 - And now the bell — the bell she had so often heard by night and day, and listened to with solemn pleasure, almost as a living voice — rung its remorseless toll for her, so young, so beautiful, so good. Decrepit age, and vigorous life, and blooming youth, and helpless infancy, poured forth — on crutches, in the pride of health and strength, in the full blush of promise, in the mere dawn of life — to gather round her tomb.
Стр. 64 - It is an exquisite and beautiful thing in our nature, that when the heart is touched and softened by some tranquil happiness or affectionate feeling, the memory of the dead comes over it most powerfully and irresistibly. It would almost seem as though our better thoughts and sympathies were charms, in virtue of which the soul is enabled to hold Mme vague and mysterious intercourse with the spirits of those whom we dearly loved in life.
Стр. 46 - Oh, for a good spirit who would take the housetops off, with a more potent and benignant hand than the lame demon in the tale, and show a Christian people what dark shapes issue from amidst their homes, to swell the retinue of the Destroying Angel as he moves forth among them...