A Cyclopedia of the Best Thoughts of Charles DickensE.J. Hale, 1873 - 564 pages |
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... hard by , and dangling from rusty hooks . Broken and dilapidated as they were , they yet retained their ancient form , and something of their ancient aspect . Thus violent deeds live after men upon the earth , and traces of war and ...
... hard by , and dangling from rusty hooks . Broken and dilapidated as they were , they yet retained their ancient form , and something of their ancient aspect . Thus violent deeds live after men upon the earth , and traces of war and ...
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... hard knuckles with which the reverend old lady who instilled into our mind the first principles of education for ninepence per week , or ten and sixpence per quarter , was wont to poke our juvenile head occasionally , by way of ...
... hard knuckles with which the reverend old lady who instilled into our mind the first principles of education for ninepence per week , or ten and sixpence per quarter , was wont to poke our juvenile head occasionally , by way of ...
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... hard and cold as the weather ; and when he looked out through the glass room , at the trees in the little garden , their brown and yellow leaves came fluttering down , as if he blighted them . Dombey and Son , Chap . 5 . AUSTERITY - in ...
... hard and cold as the weather ; and when he looked out through the glass room , at the trees in the little garden , their brown and yellow leaves came fluttering down , as if he blighted them . Dombey and Son , Chap . 5 . AUSTERITY - in ...
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... hard . 44 Dombey and Son , Chap . 18 . * 38 BATTLE - FIELD once at mothers ' breasts sought mothers ' eyes , or slumbered happily . Heaven keep us from a knowledge of the secrets whispered afterwards upon the tainted wind that blew ...
... hard . 44 Dombey and Son , Chap . 18 . * 38 BATTLE - FIELD once at mothers ' breasts sought mothers ' eyes , or slumbered happily . Heaven keep us from a knowledge of the secrets whispered afterwards upon the tainted wind that blew ...
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... hard name or another . A which ? ' says the Cap'en . A so - and - so , ' says the man . ' Brother , ' says the Cap'en , will you take a observation round the shop ? ' ' Well , ' says the man , I've done it . ' ' Do you see what you want ...
... hard name or another . A which ? ' says the Cap'en . A so - and - so , ' says the man . ' Brother , ' says the Cap'en , will you take a observation round the shop ? ' ' Well , ' says the man , I've done it . ' ' Do you see what you want ...
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Page 99 - Yet every one had had enough, and the youngest Cratchits, in particular, were steeped in sage and onion to the eyebrows ! But now, the plates being changed by Miss Belinda, Mrs. Cratchit left the room alone — too nervous to bear witnesses — to take the pudding up, and bring it in. Suppose it should not be done enough ! Suppose it should break in turning out ! Suppose somebody should have got over the wall of the back-yard and stolen it, while they were merry with the goose — a supposition at...
Page 183 - It was a town of red brick, or of brick that would have been red if the smoke and ashes had allowed it; but as matters stood, it was a town of unnatural red and black like the painted face of a savage. It was a town of machinery and tall chimneys, out of which interminable serpents of smoke trailed themselves for ever and ever, and never got uncoiled. It had a black canal in it, and a river that ran purple with ill-smelling dye, and vast piles of building full of windows where there was a rattling...
Page 125 - Tomata sauce and warming-pans — Pickwick still rears his head with unblushing effrontery, and gazes without a sigh on the ruin he has made. Damages, gentlemen — heavy damages — is the only punishment with which you can visit him; the only recompense you can award to my client. And for those damages she now appeals to an enlightened, a high-minded, a right-feeling, a conscientious, a dispassionate, a sympathising, a contemplative jury of her civilised countrymen.
Page 99 - Oh, a wonderful pudding! Bob Cratchit said, and calmly too, that he regarded it as the greatest success achieved by Mrs. Cratchit since their marriage. Mrs. Cratchit said that now the weight was off her mind, she would confess she had had her doubts about the quantity of flour. Everybody had something to say about it, but nobody said or thought it was at all a small pudding for a large family. It would have been flat heresy to do so. Any Cratchit would have blushed to hint at such a thing.
Page 143 - But it's very near the sea. I hear the waves! They always said so!' Presently he told her that the motion of the boat upon the stream was lulling him to rest. How green the banks were now, how bright the flowers growing on them, and how tall the rushes ! Now the boat was out at sea, but gliding smoothly on.
Page 97 - Christmas among the rest. But I am sure I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round — apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that — as a good time: a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time: the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow passengers to the...
Page 99 - Cratchit said that, now the weight was off her mind, she would confess she had her doubts about the quantity of flour. Everybody had something to say about it, but nobody said or thought it was at all a small pudding for a large family. It would have been flat heresy to do so. Any Cratchit would have blushed to hint at such a thing. At last the dinner was all done, the cloth was cleared, the hearth swept, and the fire made up. The compound in the jug being tasted, and considered perfect, apples and...
Page 144 - 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!
Page 92 - THERE was once a child, and he strolled about a good deal, and thought of a number of things. He had a sister, who was a child too, and his constant companion. These two used to wonder all day long. They wondered at the beauty of the flowers ; they wondered at the height and blueness of the sky ; they wondered at the depth of the bright water ; they wondered at the goodness and the power of GOD who made the lovely world. They used to say to- one another, sometimes, Supposing all the children upon...
Page 125 - ... letters that must be viewed with a cautious and suspicious eye — letters that were evidently intended at the time, by Pickwick, to mislead and delude any third parties into whose hands they might fall. Let me read the first: 'Garraway's, twelve o'clock. Dear Mrs. B. — Chops and Tomato sauce. Yours, PICKWICK.