The Works of Charles Dickens: Martin ChuzzlewitHarper & Brothers, 1876 |
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Abel Magwitch ain't answered asked Barnard's Inn began better Biddy called chair Cloth coach Compeyson convict cried dark dear boy dinner door dress Drummle Estella eyes face felt fire forge Gargery gate gave gentleman Gerrard Street gone hair hand Handel head heard heart Herbert hope Jaggers Jaggers's Joe's JOHN S. C. ABBOTT kitchen knew lady laughed light Little Britain London looked marshes mind Miss Havi Miss Havisham Miss Skiffins morning never night nodded old chap once Philip Pirrip Pocket Provis Pumblechook replied returned round Satis House seemed seen shoulder sister soon staring Startop stood stopped suppose tell there's thing thought tion told took Trabb turned walk Walworth Wemmick Whimple window Wopsle word young
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Сторінка 7 - My first most vivid and broad impression of the identity of things, seems to me to have been gained on a memorable raw afternoon towards evening. At such a time I found out for certain, that this bleak place overgrown with nettles was the churchyard; and that Philip Pirrip, late of this parish, and also Georgiana wife of the above...
Сторінка 188 - I took her hand in mine, and we went out of the ruined place ; and as the morning mists had risen long ago when I first left the forge, so the evening mists were rising now, and in all the broad expanse of tranquil light they showed to me, I saw no shadow of another parting from her.
Сторінка 57 - ... truly try the issue joined between Our Sovereign Lord the King and the prisoner at the bar, and would a true verdict give according to the evidence, so help him God!
Сторінка 8 - Roger, infant children of the aforesaid, were also dead and buried; and that the dark flat wilderness beyond the churchyard, intersected with dykes and mounds and gates, with scattered cattle feeding on it, was the marshes; and that the low leaden line beyond was the river; and that the distant savage lair from which the wind was rushing, was the sea; and that the small bundle of shivers growing afraid of it all and beginning to cry, was Pip. "Hold your noise!
Сторінка 8 - Show us where you live," said the man. "Pint out the place!" I pointed to where our village lay, on the flat inshore among the alder-trees and pollards, a mile or more from the church. The man, after looking at me for a moment, turned me upside down, and emptied my pockets. There was nothing in them but a piece of bread. When the church came to itself — for he was so sudden and strong that he made it go head over heels before me, and I saw the steeple under my feet — when the church came to itself,...
Сторінка 94 - Truly it was impossible to dissociate her presence from all those wretched hankerings after money and gentility that had disturbed my boyhood — from all those ill-regulated aspirations that had first made me ashamed of home and Joe...
Сторінка 7 - To five little stone lozenges, each about a foot and a half long, which were arranged in a neat row beside their grave, and were sacred to the memory of five little brothers of mine — who gave up trying to get a living exceedingly early in that universal struggle — I am indebted for a belief I religiously entertained that they had all been born on their backs, with their hands in their trousers pockets, and had never taken them out in this state of existence.
Сторінка 70 - My depression was not alleviated by the announcement, for I had supposed that establishment to be an hotel kept by Mr. Barnard, to which the Blue Boar in our town was a mere public-house. Whereas I now found Barnard to be a disembodied spirit, or a fiction, and his inn the dingiest collection of shabby buildings ever squeezed together in a rank corner as a club for Tom-cats.
Сторінка 7 - I drew a childish conclusion that my mother was freckled and sickly. To five little stone lozenges, each about a foot and a half long', which were arranged in a neat row beside their grave, and were sacred to the memory of five little brothers of mine — who gave up trying to get a living exceedingly early in that universal struggle...