Works of Charles DickensCarleton, 1873 |
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... never saw any thing like it in my life ! " " But what is this about Fanny , herself ? " said Mr. Dombey . " How is Fanny ? " " My dear Paul , " returned Louisa , " it's nothing whatever . Take my word , it's nothing whatever . There is ...
... never saw any thing like it in my life ! " " But what is this about Fanny , herself ? " said Mr. Dombey . " How is Fanny ? " " My dear Paul , " returned Louisa , " it's nothing whatever . Take my word , it's nothing whatever . There is ...
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... never raised her head , or moved her soft cheek from her mother's face , or looked on those who stood around , or spoke , or moved , or shed a tear . " Restless without the little girl , " the Doctor whis- pered Mr. Dombey . " We found ...
... never raised her head , or moved her soft cheek from her mother's face , or looked on those who stood around , or spoke , or moved , or shed a tear . " Restless without the little girl , " the Doctor whis- pered Mr. Dombey . " We found ...
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... never yield , when so much depends upon us . Come ! Try ! I must really scold you if you don't ! " The race in the ensuing pause was fierce and furi- The watches seemed to jostle , and to trip each other up . ous . " Fanny ! " said ...
... never yield , when so much depends upon us . Come ! Try ! I must really scold you if you don't ! " The race in the ensuing pause was fierce and furi- The watches seemed to jostle , and to trip each other up . ous . " Fanny ! " said ...
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... never on the street , but in the morning about breakfast - time , when it came with the water- carts and the old - clothes - men , and the people with geraniums , and the umbrella - mender , and the man who trilled the little bell of ...
... never on the street , but in the morning about breakfast - time , when it came with the water- carts and the old - clothes - men , and the people with geraniums , and the umbrella - mender , and the man who trilled the little bell of ...
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... never , never , never to part any more . " " It was my mamma ! " exclaimed the child , spring- ing up , and clasping her round the neck . " And the child's heart , " said Polly , drawing her to her breast : " the little daughter's heart ...
... never , never , never to part any more . " " It was my mamma ! " exclaimed the child , spring- ing up , and clasping her round the neck . " And the child's heart , " said Polly , drawing her to her breast : " the little daughter's heart ...
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Стр. 99 - The golden ripple on the wall came back again, and nothing else stirred in the room. The old, old fashion! The fashion that came in with our first garments, and will last unchanged until our race has run its course, and the wide firmament is rolled up like a scroll. The old, old fashion — Death!
Стр. 64 - Blimber, he might consider himself sure of a pretty tight squeeze. The doctor only undertook the charge of ten young gentlemen, but he had, always ready, a supply of learning for a hundred, on the lowest estimate ; and it was at once the business and delight of his life to gorge the unhappy ten with it. In fact, Doctor Blimber's establishment was a great hothouse, in which there was a forcing apparatus incessantly at work.
Стр. 99 - Mamma is like you, Floy. I know her by the face. But tell them that the print upon the stairs at school is not divine enough. The light about the head is shining on me as I go!
Стр. 97 - You are always watching me, Floy. Let me watch you now ! " They would prop him up with cushions in a corner of his bed, and there he would recline the while she lay beside him ; bending forward oftentimes to kiss her, and whispering to those who were near that she was tired, and how she had sat up so many nights beside him. Thus the flush of the day, in its heat and light, would gradually decline ; and again the golden water would be dancing on the wall.
Стр. 32 - Houses were knocked down; streets broken through and stopped; deep pits and trenches dug in the ground; enormous heaps of earth and clay thrown up; buildings that were undermined and shaking, propped by great beams of wood. Here, a chaos of carts, overthrown and jumbled together, lay topsy-turvy at the bottom of a steep unnatural hill; there, confused treasures of iron soaked and rusted in something that had accidentally become a pond. Everywhere were bridges that led nowhere; thoroughfares that...
Стр. 95 - There were railway hotels, coffee-houses, lodging-houses, boarding-houses; railway plans, maps, views, wrappers, bottles, sandwich-boxes, and time tables; railway hackney-coach and cab-stands; railway omnibuses, railway streets and buildings, railway hangers-on and parasites, and flatterers out of all calculation. There was even railway time observed in clocks, as if the sun itself had given in.
Стр. 32 - ... to the scene. Boiling water hissed and heaved within dilapidated walls ; whence, also, the glare and roar of flames came issuing forth ; and mounds of ashes blocked up rights of way, and wholly changed the law and custom of the neighborhood.
Стр. 96 - When the sunbeams struck into his room through the rustling blinds, and quivered on the opposite wall like golden water, he knew that evening was coming on, and that the sky was red and beautiful.
Стр. 95 - There was no such place as Staggs's Gardens. It had vanished from the earth. Where the old rotten summerhouses once had stood, palaces now reared their heads, and granite columns of gigantic girth opened a vista to the railway world beyond.