The Works of Charles Dickens, Volume 21Chapman and Hall, Limited, 1898 |
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... stood on his own particular perch behind the mail , beating his feet , and keeping an eye and a hand on the arm - chest before him , where a loaded blunderbuss lay at the top of six or eight loaded horse - pistols , deposited on a ...
... stood on his own particular perch behind the mail , beating his feet , and keeping an eye and a hand on the arm - chest before him , where a loaded blunderbuss lay at the top of six or eight loaded horse - pistols , deposited on a ...
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... the king's name , all of you ! " With this hurried adjuration , he cocked his blunderbuss , and stood on the offensive . The passenger booked by this history , was on the coach- step , getting in ; the two other passengers were The Mail.
... the king's name , all of you ! " With this hurried adjuration , he cocked his blunderbuss , and stood on the offensive . The passenger booked by this history , was on the coach- step , getting in ; the two other passengers were The Mail.
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... stood . The rider stooped , and , casting up his eyes at the guard , handed the passenger a small folded paper . The rider's horse was blown , and both horse and rider were covered with mud , from the hoofs of the horse to the hat of ...
... stood . The rider stooped , and , casting up his eyes at the guard , handed the passenger a small folded paper . The rider's horse was blown , and both horse and rider were covered with mud , from the hoofs of the horse to the hat of ...
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... stood in ignorance on the shore . My friend is dead , my neighbour is dead , my love , the darling of my soul , is dead ; it is the inexorable consolidation and perpetuation of the secret that was always in that individuality , and ...
... stood in ignorance on the shore . My friend is dead , my neighbour is dead , my love , the darling of my soul , is dead ; it is the inexorable consolidation and perpetuation of the secret that was always in that individuality , and ...
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... stood surveying the guest while he ate and drank , as from an observatory or watch - tower . According to the imme- morial usage of waiters in all ages . When Mr. Lorry had finished his breakfast , he went out for a stroll on the beach ...
... stood surveying the guest while he ate and drank , as from an observatory or watch - tower . According to the imme- morial usage of waiters in all ages . When Mr. Lorry had finished his breakfast , he went out for a stroll on the beach ...
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Page 12 - WONDERFUL fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it!