Works of Charles Dickens, Volume 21Chapman & Hall, 1891 |
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... father's birds . Fie , then ! Look at the birds , my pretty , look at the birds ! ” He looked sharply at the birds himself , as he held the child up at the grate , especially at the little bird , whose activity he seemed to mistrust . I ...
... father's birds . Fie , then ! Look at the birds , my pretty , look at the birds ! ” He looked sharply at the birds himself , as he held the child up at the grate , especially at the little bird , whose activity he seemed to mistrust . I ...
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... father by laughing and nodding at the daughter as often as she gave him anything ; and , so soon as he had all his viands about him in convenient nooks of the ledge on which he rested , began to eat with an appetite . When Monsieur ...
... father by laughing and nodding at the daughter as often as she gave him anything ; and , so soon as he had all his viands about him in convenient nooks of the ledge on which he rested , began to eat with an appetite . When Monsieur ...
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... Father , ' says Mother , but I think it's through my loving her so much , that it ever came into my head . ' ' That ... father none of them has ever known on earth , to the great Father of us all in LITTLE DORRIT . 21.
... Father , ' says Mother , but I think it's through my loving her so much , that it ever came into my head . ' ' That ... father none of them has ever known on earth , to the great Father of us all in LITTLE DORRIT . 21.
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... father's death there , a year ago ; always grinding in a mill I always hated ; what is to be expected from me in middle life ? Will , purpose , hope ? All those lights were extinguished before I could sound the words . " Light ' em up ...
... father's death there , a year ago ; always grinding in a mill I always hated ; what is to be expected from me in middle life ? Will , purpose , hope ? All those lights were extinguished before I could sound the words . " Light ' em up ...
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... Father to render you any slight assist- ance or service ? He will be very glad . " Very glad , " said Mr. Meagles , coming forward with his wife and Clennam . Anything short of speaking the language " " I shall be delighted to undertake ...
... Father to render you any slight assist- ance or service ? He will be very glad . " Very glad , " said Mr. Meagles , coming forward with his wife and Clennam . Anything short of speaking the language " " I shall be delighted to undertake ...
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Page 300 - Like unexceptionable Society, the opposing rows of houses in Harley Street were very grim with one another. Indeed, the mansions and their inhabitants were so much alike in that respect, that the people were often to be found drawn up on opposite sides of dinnertables, in the shade of their own loftiness, staring at the other side of the way with the dullness of the houses.
Page 35 - Fifty thousand lairs surrounded him where people lived so unwholesomely, that fair water put into their crowded rooms on Saturday night would be corrupt on Sunday morning; albeit my lord, their county member, was amazed that they failed to sleep in company with their butcher's meat.
Page 491 - But it is well for a man to respect his own vocation, whatever it is; and to think himself bound to uphold it, and to claim for it the respect it deserves ; is it not 1
Page 301 - Mr. Merdle was immensely rich ; a man of prodigious enterprise ; a Midas without the ears, who turned all he touched to gold. He was in everything good, from banking to building. He was in Parliament, of course. He was in the City, necessarily. He was Chairman of this, Trustee of that, President of the other. The weightiest of men had said to projectors, "Now, what name have you got? Have you got Merdle?
Page 125 - This glorious establishment had been early in the field, when the one sublime principle involving the difficult art of governing a country was first distinctly revealed to statesmen. It had been foremost to study that bright revelation, and to cany its shining influence through the whole of the official proceedings.
Page 85 - What her pitiful look saw, at that early time, in her father, in her sister, in her brother, in the gaol ; how much or how little of the wretched truth it pleased God to make visible to her ; lies hidden with many mysteries. It is enough that she was inspired to be something which was not what the rest were, and to be that something, different and laborious, for the sake of the rest.
Page 481 - British name to be more and more respected in all parts of the civilised globe, capable of the appreciation of world-wide commercial enterprise and gigantic combinations of skill and capital. For, though nobody knew with the least precision what Mr. Merdle's business was, except that it was to coin money, these were the terms in which everybody defined it on all ceremonious occasions, and which it was the last new polite reading of the parable of the camel and the needle's eye to accept without enquiry.
Page 34 - IT was a Sunday evening in London, gloomy, close and stale. Maddening church bells of all degrees of dissonance, sharp and flat, cracked and clear, fast and slow, made the brick and mortar echoes hideous. Melancholy streets, in a penitential garb of soot, steeped the souls of the people who were condemned to look at them out of windows in dire despondency.