The Writings of Charles Dickens: With Critical and Bibliographical Introductions and Notes by Edwin Percy Whipple and Others; Illustrated with Steel Portraits and Engravings from the Original Designs by Browne, Cruikshank, Leech, and Others, Volume 20Houghton, Mifflin, 1894 |
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... heard them as they went about with muffled tread : the rather , forasmuch as to entertain any suspicion that they were awake was to be atheistical and traitorous . In England , there was scarcely an amount of order and protection to ...
... heard them as they went about with muffled tread : the rather , forasmuch as to entertain any suspicion that they were awake was to be atheistical and traitorous . In England , there was scarcely an amount of order and protection to ...
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... heard ; but at any rate , the quiet pause was audibly expressive of people out of breath , and holding the breath , and having the pulses quickened by expec- tation . The sound of a horse at a gallop came fast and furiously up the hill ...
... heard ; but at any rate , the quiet pause was audibly expressive of people out of breath , and holding the breath , and having the pulses quickened by expec- tation . The sound of a horse at a gallop came fast and furiously up the hill ...
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... heard to say : " What is this ! " With the tears streaming down her face , she put her two hands to her lips , and kissed them to him ; then clasped them on her breast , as if she laid his ruined head there . " You are not the jailer's ...
... heard to say : " What is this ! " With the tears streaming down her face , she put her two hands to her lips , and kissed them to him ; then clasped them on her breast , as if she laid his ruined head there . " You are not the jailer's ...
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... heard . No , no . She was and He was before the slow years of the North Tower angel ? " - ages ago . What is your name , my gentle Hailing his softened tone and manner , his daughter fell upon her knees before him , with her appealing ...
... heard . No , no . She was and He was before the slow years of the North Tower angel ? " - ages ago . What is your name , my gentle Hailing his softened tone and manner , his daughter fell upon her knees before him , with her appealing ...
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... heard him mutter , " One Hundred and Five , North Tower ; " and when he looked about him , it evidently was for the strong fortress - walls which had long encompassed him . On their reaching the courtyard , he instinctively altered his ...
... heard him mutter , " One Hundred and Five , North Tower ; " and when he looked about him , it evidently was for the strong fortress - walls which had long encompassed him . On their reaching the courtyard , he instinctively altered his ...
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Page ix - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Page 372 - I am the Resurrection and the Life, saith the Lord; he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: and whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die." The murmuring of many voices, the upturning of many faces, the pressing on of many footsteps in the outskirts of the crowd, so that it swells forward in a mass, like one great heave of water, all flashes away. Twenty-three.
Page 373 - I see that child who lay upon her bosom and who bore my name, a man, winning his way up in that path of life which once was mine. I see him winning it so well, that my name is made illustrious there by the light of his. I see the blots I threw upon it, faded away. I see him, foremost of just judges and honoured men, bringing a boy of my name, with a forehead that I know and golden hair, to this place — then fair to look upon, with not a trace of this day's disfigurement — and I hear him tell...
Page 10 - A 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!
Page 1 - IT was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way — in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest...
Page 49 - TELLSON'S Bank by Temple Bar was an old-fashioned place, even in the year one thousand seven hundred and eighty. It was very small, very dark, very ugly, very incommodious. It was an old-fashioned place, moreover, in the moral attribute that the partners in the House were proud of its smallness, proud of its darkness, proud of its ugliness, proud of its incommodiousness. They were even boastful of its eminence in those particulars, and were fired by an express conviction that, if it were less objectionable,...
Page xi - I am not clear, and I never have been clear, respecting that canon of fiction which forbids the interposition of accident in such a case as Madame Defarge's death. Where the accident is inseparable from the passion and...