The Life and Writing of Charles Dickens: A Woman's Memorial VolumeE.C. Allen & Company, 1871 - 401 páginas |
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... sound that broke the profound quiet but it was a solemn one ; for well they knew , who heard it , that before it had recorded the passing of another hour , it would beat the knell of a departed spirit . " It is a dreadful thing to wait ...
... sound that broke the profound quiet but it was a solemn one ; for well they knew , who heard it , that before it had recorded the passing of another hour , it would beat the knell of a departed spirit . " It is a dreadful thing to wait ...
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... sound came . They felt for the palpitation of the heart , but no faint throb responded to the touch . That heart was broken , and she was dead . " The husband sunk into a chair by the bedside , and clasped his hands upon his burning ...
... sound came . They felt for the palpitation of the heart , but no faint throb responded to the touch . That heart was broken , and she was dead . " The husband sunk into a chair by the bedside , and clasped his hands upon his burning ...
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... sounds of quarrelling or drunkenness issued from every room . " The solitary oil - lamp in the centre of the court had been blown out , either by the violence of the wind , or the act of some inhabitant who had excellent reasons for ...
... sounds of quarrelling or drunkenness issued from every room . " The solitary oil - lamp in the centre of the court had been blown out , either by the violence of the wind , or the act of some inhabitant who had excellent reasons for ...
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... sound . At length , a heavy footstep was heard upon the stair ; it approached nearer ; it reached the landing ; and the father staggered into the room . " The girl saw that he was intoxicated , and advanced with the candle in her hand ...
... sound . At length , a heavy footstep was heard upon the stair ; it approached nearer ; it reached the landing ; and the father staggered into the room . " The girl saw that he was intoxicated , and advanced with the candle in her hand ...
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... sound- ed in his ear , the glass was at his lips , the board was cov- ered with choice , rich food . They were before him : he could see them all ; he had but to reach out his hand , and take them ; and , though the illusion was reality ...
... sound- ed in his ear , the glass was at his lips , the board was cov- ered with choice , rich food . They were before him : he could see them all ; he had but to reach out his hand , and take them ; and , though the illusion was reality ...
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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.