Charles Dickens's works. Charles Dickens ed. [18 vols. of a 21 vol. set. Wanting A child's history of England; Christmas stories; The mystery of Edwin Drood].1868 |
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... Tell us your name ! " said the man . “ Quick ! " " Pip , sir . " " Pray don't do it , " Once more , " said the man , staring at me . " Give it mouth ! " " Pip . Pip , sir . " " Show us where you live , " said the man . " Pint out the ...
... Tell us your name ! " said the man . “ Quick ! " " Pip , sir . " " Pray don't do it , " Once more , " said the man , staring at me . " Give it mouth ! " " Pip . Pip , sir . " " Show us where you live , " said the man . " Pint out the ...
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... Tell me directly what you've been doing to wear me away with fret and fright and worrit , or I'd have you out of that corner if you was fifty Pips , and he was five hundred Gargerys . " " I have only been to the churchyard , " said I ...
... Tell me directly what you've been doing to wear me away with fret and fright and worrit , or I'd have you out of that corner if you was fifty Pips , and he was five hundred Gargerys . " " I have only been to the churchyard , " said I ...
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... tell upon you , any time . But such a—- ” he moved his chair , and looked about the floor between us , and then again at me- " such a most uncommon bolt as that ! " " Been bolting his food , has he ? " cried my sister . " You know , old ...
... tell upon you , any time . But such a—- ” he moved his chair , and looked about the floor between us , and then again at me- " such a most uncommon bolt as that ! " " Been bolting his food , has he ? " cried my sister . " You know , old ...
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... tell you what , young fellow , " said she , " I didn't bring you up by hand to badger people's lives out . It would be blame to me , and not praise , if I had . People are put in the Hulks because they murder , and because they rob ...
... tell you what , young fellow , " said she , " I didn't bring you up by hand to badger people's lives out . It would be blame to me , and not praise , if I had . People are put in the Hulks because they murder , and because they rob ...
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... tell you something , " returned the sergeant ; " I suspect that stuff's of your providing . ' Mr. Pumblechook , with a fat sort of laugh , said , " Ay , ay ? Why ? " " Because , " returned the sergeant , clapping him on the shoulder ...
... tell you something , " returned the sergeant ; " I suspect that stuff's of your providing . ' Mr. Pumblechook , with a fat sort of laugh , said , " Ay , ay ? Why ? " " Because , " returned the sergeant , clapping him on the shoulder ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ain't appeared asked Barnard's Inn beautiful began better Biddy boat called chair Charley Walters child coach Compeyson cried dark dear boy dinner door dress Drummle Estella eyes face fellow felt fire gentleman gone hair hand Handel head heard heart Herbert honorable hour Jaggers Joe's kind knew lady legs light Little Britain live London looked looking-glass means mind Miss Havisham morning never night noble savage o'clock Old Cheeseman once Orlick passed Pocket pretty prison Provis Pumblechook replied returned river round Satis House seemed seen ship side sister soon stood stopped street suppose tell thing thought told took town turned Vestry walk wall Walworth Wemmick Whimple William Butcher window woman Wopsle word young
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Página 168 - O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a...
Página 168 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Página 308 - It is the setting-in of the bright Arabian Nights. Oh, now all common things become uncommon and enchanted to me ! All lamps are wonderful ; all rings are talismans.
Página 135 - Ran away, a negro woman and two children. A few days before she went off, I burnt her with a hot iron, on the left side of her face. I tried to make the letter M.
Página 143 - Is it not a very disgraceful circumstance that such a man as So and So should be acquiring a large property by the most infamous and odious means, and notwithstanding all the crimes of which he has been guilty, should be tolerated and abetted by your Citizens? He is a public nuisance, is he not?" — "Yes, sir." — "A convicted liar?" — "Yes, sir." — "He has been kicked, and cuffed, and caned?" — "Yes, sir." — "And he is utterly dishonorable, debased, and profligate?" — "Yes, sir." "In...
Página 162 - I see the star!" And often they cried out both together, knowing so well when it would rise, and where. So they grew to be such friends with it, that, before lying down in their...
Página 116 - It was not until I came on Table Rock, and looked — Great Heaven, on what a fall of bright-green water ! — that it came upon me in its full might and majesty. Then, when I felt how near to my Creator I was standing, the first effect, and the enduring one — instant and lasting — of the tremendous spectacle, was Peace. Peace of Mind, tranquillity, calm recollections of the Dead, great thoughts of Eternal Rest and Happiness : nothing of gloom or terror. Niagara was at once stamped upon my heart...
Página 36 - ... on, on, on — tears the mad dragon of an engine with its train of cars ; scattering in all directions a shower of burning sparks from its wood fire ; screeching, hissing, yelling, panting - until at last the thirsty monster stops beneath a covered way to drink, the people cluster round, and you have time to breathe again.
Página 2 - 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, I say, I was seated on a high tombstone, trembling, while he ate the bread ravenously. "You young dog," said the man, licking his lips, "what fat cheeks you ha
Página 99 - An enormous ditch, sometimes two or three miles wide, running liquid mud, six miles an hour : its strong and frothy current choked and obstructed everywhere by huge logs and whole forest trees...