Bleak House: In Two VolumesHurd and Houghton, 1875 - 528 стор. With illustrations by H.K.Browne. |
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appeared asked Badger Bagnet better Bleak House Boythorn Bucket Caddy Chadband chair Chancellor Chancery Chancery Lane Charley Chesney Wold child Coavinses coming Cook's Court Court of Chancery cousin cried door Esther eyes face father fire gentleman George girl glance Grandfather Smallweed Guardian Guppy Guster guv'ner hair hand happy head heard heart honor hope Jarndyce and Jarndyce Jobling Judy Kenge and Carboy knew Krook Lady Dedlock ladyship laughed Lincoln's Inn Fields Lincolnshire little woman looking Lord Lord Chancellor manner mean mind Miss Flite Miss Jellyby Miss Summerson morning never night old lady Pardiggle Peepy Phil poor portmanteau pretty replied returned Richard Rick Rouncewell round says seemed shaking Sir Leicester sitting Skimpole smile Snagsby suppose sure talk tell thing thought told trooper Tulkinghorn turned Turveydrop up-stairs voice Volumnia walk window
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Сторінка 11 - Fog everywhere. Fog up the river, where it flows among green aits and meadows; fog down the river, where it rolls defiled among the tiers of shipping, and the waterside pollutions of a great (and dirty) city. Fog on the Essex marshes, fog on the Kentish heights.
Сторінка 12 - ... heights. Fog creeping into the cabooses of collier-brigs; fog lying out on the yards, and hovering in the rigging of great ships; fog drooping on the gunwales of barges and small boats. Fog in the eyes and throats of ancient Greenwich pensioners, wheezing by the firesides of their wards; fog in the stem and bowl of the afternoon pipe of the wrathful skipper, down in his close cabin; fog cruelly pinching the toes and fingers of his shivering little 'prentice boy on deck. Chance people on the bridges...
Сторінка 11 - Chancellor sitting in Lincoln's Inn Hall. Implacable November weather. As much mud in the streets as if the waters had but newly retired from the face of the earth, and it would not be wonderful to meet a Megalosaurus, forty feet long or so, waddling like an elephantine lizard up Holborn Hill. Smoke lowering down from chimney-pots, making a soft black drizzle, with flakes of soot in it as big as full-grown snow-flakes — gone into mourning, one might imagine, for the death of the sun.
Сторінка 12 - Never can there come fog too thick, never can there come mud and mire too deep, to assort with the groping and floundering condition which this High Court of Chancery, most pestilent of hoary sinners, holds, this day, in the sight of heaven and earth.
Сторінка 36 - So when they continued asking him, he lifted up himself, and said unto them, He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her.
Сторінка 51 - Enter not into judgment with thy servant, O LORD; for in thy sight shall no man living be justified.
Сторінка 21 - The waters are out in Lincolnshire. An arch of the bridge in the park has been sapped and sopped away. The adjacent low-lying ground, for half a mile in breadth, is a stagnant river, with melancholy trees for islands in it, and a surface punctured all over, all day long, with falling rain. My Lady Dedlock's " place
Сторінка 36 - Watch ye therefore: for ye know not when the master of the house cometh, at even, or at midnight, or at the cockcrowing, or in the morning : lest coming suddenly he find you sleeping. And what I say unto you I say unto all, Watch.
Сторінка 61 - She was a pretty, very diminutive, plump woman, of from forty to fifty, with handsome eyes, though they had a curious habit of seeming to look a long way off. As if — I am quoting Richard again — they could see nothing nearer than Africa ! 'I am very glad indeed,
Сторінка 218 - Not one!" and gave him the price of a supper and a night's lodging. That the man had often spoken to him since ; and asked him whether he slept sound at night, and how he bore cold and hunger, and whether he ever wished to die; and similar strange questions. That when the man had no money, he would say in passing, " I am as poor as you to-day, Jo;" but that when he had any, he had always (as the boy most heartily believes) been glad to give him some. " He was wery good to me," says the boy, wiping...