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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... inform the Court in what exact remove he is a cousin ; but he is a cousin . " Leaving this address ( delivered like a sepulchral message ) ringing in the rafters My Lady Dedlock down at " ber Place . " 4 Bleak House .
... inform the Court in what exact remove he is a cousin ; but he is a cousin . " Leaving this address ( delivered like a sepulchral message ) ringing in the rafters My Lady Dedlock down at " ber Place . " 4 Bleak House .
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Charles Dickens. My Lady Dedlock down at " ber Place . " 5 of the roof , the very little counsel drops , and the fog knows him no more . Every- body looks for him . Nobody can see him . " I will speak ... Lady Dedlock down at "ber Place." ...
Charles Dickens. My Lady Dedlock down at " ber Place . " 5 of the roof , the very little counsel drops , and the fog knows him no more . Every- body looks for him . Nobody can see him . " I will speak ... Lady Dedlock down at "ber Place." ...
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... Lady Dedlock's own windows is alternately a lead - coloured view , and a view in Indian ink . The vases on the stone ... Lady Dedlock ( who is childless ) , looking out in the early twilight from her boudoir at a keeper's lodge , and ...
... Lady Dedlock's own windows is alternately a lead - coloured view , and a view in Indian ink . The vases on the stone ... Lady Dedlock ( who is childless ) , looking out in the early twilight from her boudoir at a keeper's lodge , and ...
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... Lady Dedlock has come up from her place in Lincolnshire ( hotly pursued by the fashionable intelligence ) , to pass ... Lady's presence . The old gentleman is rusty to look at , but is reputed to have made good thrift out of aristocratic ...
... Lady Dedlock has come up from her place in Lincolnshire ( hotly pursued by the fashionable intelligence ) , to pass ... Lady's presence . The old gentleman is rusty to look at , but is reputed to have made good thrift out of aristocratic ...
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... Lady Dedlock suspects of nothing but prostration before her , who can tell you how to manage her as if she were a baby ; who do nothing but nurse her all their lives ; who , humbly affecting to follow with profound subservience , lead ...
... Lady Dedlock suspects of nothing but prostration before her , who can tell you how to manage her as if she were a baby ; who do nothing but nurse her all their lives ; who , humbly affecting to follow with profound subservience , lead ...
Términos y frases comunes
Allan asked Bagnet Baronet better Bleak House Boythorn Bucket Caddy Chadband chair Chancery Chancery Lane Charley Chesney Wold child comes Court Court of Chancery cousin cried dark dear door Esther eyes face fire gentleman George gone Grandfather Smallweed guardian Guppy Guster guv'ner hand happy head hear heard heart honour hope Jarndyce and Jarndyce Jobling Kenge knew Krook Lady Dedlock ladyship laugh Lincoln's Inn Fields Lincolnshire little woman look Lord Chancellor manner mean mind Miss Flite Miss Jellyby Miss Summerson morning mother never night old girl Phil poor present replied returned Richard Rouncewell round says seemed shaking Sir Leicester Dedlock sitting Skimpole smile Snagsby speak suppose sure tell thing thought told took trooper Tulkinghorn turned Turveydrop up-stairs Vholes voice Volumnia walk Weevle window wish Woodcourt words young
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Página 2 - The raw afternoon is rawest, and the dense fog is densest, and the muddy streets are muddiest, near that leaden-headed old obstruction, appropriate ornament for the threshold of a leaden-headed old corporation : Temple Bar. And в hard by Temple Bar, in Lincoln's Inn Hall, at the very heart of the fog, sits the Lord High Chancellor in his High Court of Chancery.
Página 3 - The little plaintiff or defendant, who was promised a new rocking-horse when Jarndyce and Jarndyce should be settled, has grown up, possessed himself of a real horse, and trotted away into the other world. Fair wards of court have faded into mothers and grandmothers ; a long procession of Chancellors has come in and gone out; the legion of bills in the suit have been transformed into mere bills of mortality...
Página 12 - 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.
Página 130 - And that's how I know how ; don't you see, sir ? " " And do you often go out ? " " As often as I can," said Charley, opening her eyes, and smiling, " because of earning sixpences and shillings ! " " And do you always lock the babies up when you go out ? " " To keep 'cm safe, sir, don't you see ?
Página 399 - The light is come upon the dark benighted way. Dead ! Dead, your Majesty. Dead, my lords and gentlemen. Dead, Right Reverends and Wrong Reverends of every order. Dead, men and women, born with Heavenly compassion in your hearts. And dying thus around us every day.
Página 351 - Then upon my honour," says Sir Leicester after a terrific pause during which he has been heard to snort and felt to stare, "then upon my honour, upon my life, upon my reputation and principles, the floodgates of society are burst open, and the waters have - a obliterated the landmarks of the framework of the cohesion by which things are held together!
Página 107 - ... little, playing the piano a little, playing the guitar a little, playing the harp a little, singing a little, working a little, reading a little, writing poetry a little, and botanising a little.
Página 1 - Fog everywhere. Fog up the river, where it flows among green aits and meadows; fog down the river, where it rolls denied 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.
Página 398 - Jo closes his eyes, muttering, "I'm wery thankful." After watching him closely a little while, Allan puts his mouth very near his ear and says to him in a low, distinct voice, "Jo! Did you ever know a prayer?