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An elderly female, with her face bathed in tears, was supporting the head of the
dying woman — her daughter — on her arm. But it was not towards her that the
wan face turned : it was not her hand that the cold and trembling fingers clasped.
An elderly female, with her face bathed in tears, was supporting the head of the
dying woman — her daughter — on her arm. But it was not towards her that the
wan face turned : it was not her hand that the cold and trembling fingers clasped.
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Sitting on an old box, with his head resting on his hand, and his eyes fixed on a
wretched cinder-fire that was smouldering on the hearth, was a young man of
about two and twenty, miserably clad in an old coarse jacket and trousers. He
started ...
Sitting on an old box, with his head resting on his hand, and his eyes fixed on a
wretched cinder-fire that was smouldering on the hearth, was a young man of
about two and twenty, miserably clad in an old coarse jacket and trousers. He
started ...
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The girl wept aloud ; and the father, sinking his head upon his knees, rocked
himself to and fro. '"If I am taken,' said the young man, ' I shall be carried back into
the country, and hung for that man's murder. They cannot trace me here, without ...
The girl wept aloud ; and the father, sinking his head upon his knees, rocked
himself to and fro. '"If I am taken,' said the young man, ' I shall be carried back into
the country, and hung for that man's murder. They cannot trace me here, without ...
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... against the wall, and was gazing on the group with drunken stupidity. " ' Listen
to me, father,' he said, in a tone that made the drunkard's flesh creep. ' My
brother's blood, and mine, is on your head : I never had kind CHARLES
DICKENS. 39.
... against the wall, and was gazing on the group with drunken stupidity. " ' Listen
to me, father,' he said, in a tone that made the drunkard's flesh creep. ' My
brother's blood, and mine, is on your head : I never had kind CHARLES
DICKENS. 39.
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mine, is on your head : I never had kind look or word, or care, from you ; and,
alive or dead, I never will forgive you. Die when you will, or how, I will be with you
. I speak as a dead man now ; and I warn you, father, that as surely as you must
one ...
mine, is on your head : I never had kind look or word, or care, from you ; and,
alive or dead, I never will forgive you. Die when you will, or how, I will be with you
. I speak as a dead man now ; and I warn you, father, that as surely as you must
one ...
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Página 304 - The golden ripple on the wall came back again, and nothing else stirred in the room. The old, old fashion! The fashion that came in with our first garments, and will last unchanged until our race has run its course, and the wide firmament is rolled up like a scroll. The old, old fashion — Death!
Página 167 - She was dead. No sleep so beautiful and calm, so free from trace of pain, so fair to look upon. She seemed a creature fresh from the hand of God, and waiting for the breath of life; not one who had lived and suffered death.
Página 168 - Where were the traces of her early cares, her sufferings and fatigues ? All gone. Sorrow was dead indeed in her, but peace and perfect happiness were born; imaged in her tranquil beauty and profound repose. And still her former self lay there, unaltered in this change. Yes. The old fireside...
Página 266 - His hat was off before he opened the door; his comforter, too. He was on his stool in a jiffy; driving away with his pen, as if he were trying to overtake nine o'clock. "Hallo!" growled Scrooge, in his accustomed voice as near as he could feign it. "What do you mean by coming here at this time of day?" "I am very sorry, sir," said Bob. "I am behind my time.
Página 55 - The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed, To pleasure his dainty whim; And the mouldering dust that years have made, Is a merry meal for him. Creeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the Ivy green. Fast he stealeth...
Página 266 - I tell you what, my friend,' said Scrooge. ' I am not going to stand this sort of thing any longer ; and therefore,' he continued, leaping from his stool, and giving Bob such a dig in the waistcoat that he staggered back into the Tank again, — ' and therefore I am about to raise your salary ! ' " Bob trembled, and got a little nearer to the ruler.
Página 76 - A council was held; lots were cast who should walk up to the master after supper that evening, and ask for more; and it fell to Oliver Twist. The evening arrived; the boys took their places. The master, in his cook's uniform, stationed himself at the copper; his pauper assistants ranged themselves behind him; the gruel was served out; and a long grace was said over the short commons. The gruel disappeared; the boys whispered each other, and winked at Oliver; while his next neighbours nudged him.
Página 312 - I saw it, close in upon us ! One mast was broken short off, six or eight feet from the deck, and lay over the side, entangled in a maze of sail and rigging ; and all that ruin, as the ship rolled and beat — which she did...
Página 226 - leave the bottle on the chimleypiece, and don't ask me to take none, but let me put my lips to it when I am so dispoged, and then I will do what I am engaged to do, according to the best of my ability.
Página 297 - But a word from Florence, who was always at his side, restored him to himself ; and leaning his poor head upon her breast, he told Ploy of his dream, and smiled.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | The Life and Writing of Charles Dickens: A Woman's Memorial Volume |
| Autor | Phebe Ann Hanaford |
| Editor | E.C. Allen & Company, 1871 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Michigan |
| Digitalizado | 6 Mar 2008 |
| Largo | 401 páginas |
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