The works of Charles Dickens. Household ed. [22 vols. Orig. issued in monthly parts].1871 |
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... door back so that it should keep ajar - for , to tell the truth , I didn't like to be shut in there alone - and putting my lantern on the stone seat in the little corner where the bell - rope is , sat down beside it to trim the candle ...
... door back so that it should keep ajar - for , to tell the truth , I didn't like to be shut in there alone - and putting my lantern on the stone seat in the little corner where the bell - rope is , sat down beside it to trim the candle ...
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... door of communication by which he had entered , was cut off and detached from all the world ; and indeed most strangers , on their first entrance , were observed to grow extremely thoughtful , as weighing and pondering in their minds ...
... door of communication by which he had entered , was cut off and detached from all the world ; and indeed most strangers , on their first entrance , were observed to grow extremely thoughtful , as weighing and pondering in their minds ...
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... door was quickly opened . She was about forty - perhaps two or three years older - with a cheerful aspect , and a ... doors . " " Tut , tut , " returned the locksmith , rubbing his hands and warming them . " You women are such talkers ...
... door was quickly opened . She was about forty - perhaps two or three years older - with a cheerful aspect , and a ... doors . " " Tut , tut , " returned the locksmith , rubbing his hands and warming them . " You women are such talkers ...
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... door ? " What was " No , " returned the widow . " It was in the street , I think . Hark ! Yes . There again ! ' Tis some one knocking softly at the shutter . Who can it be ? " They had been speaking in a low tone , for the invalid lay ...
... door ? " What was " No , " returned the widow . " It was in the street , I think . Hark ! Yes . There again ! ' Tis some one knocking softly at the shutter . Who can it be ? " They had been speaking in a low tone , for the invalid lay ...
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... door , fastened every bolt and bar with the heat and fury of a maniac , and drawn him back into the room , that she turned upon him , once again , that stony look of horror , and sinking down into a chair , covered her face , and ...
... door , fastened every bolt and bar with the heat and fury of a maniac , and drawn him back into the room , that she turned upon him , once again , that stony look of horror , and sinking down into a chair , covered her face , and ...
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Page iii - Maypole — by which term from henceforth is meant the house, and not its sign — the Maypole was an old building, with more gable-ends than a lazy man would care to count on a sunny day; huge zigzag chimneys, out of which it seemed as though even smoke could not choose but come in more than naturally fantastic shapes, imparted to it in its tortuous progress ; and vast stables, gloomy, ruinous, and empty.
Page 257 - The gutters of the street, and every crack and fissure in the stones, ran with scorching spirit, which being dammed up by busy hands, overflowed the road and pavement, and formed a great pool, into which the people dropped down dead by dozens.
Page 257 - ... and drank until they died. While some stooped with their lips to the brink and never raised their heads again, others sprang up from their fiery draught, and danced, half in a mad triumph, and half in the agony of suffocation until they fell, and steeped their corpses in the liquor that had killed them.