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... Dear , dear , dear ! What a fate there seems in all this ! And my lit- " " Mr. Snagsby's power of speech deserts him in the formation of the words " my little woman . " For , to see that injured female walk into the Sol's Arms at that ...
... Dear , dear , dear ! What a fate there seems in all this ! And my lit- " " Mr. Snagsby's power of speech deserts him in the formation of the words " my little woman . " For , to see that injured female walk into the Sol's Arms at that ...
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... dear ? " " I can't say , " returns Mrs. Snagsby . On a hasty review of his unfortunate position , Mr. Snagsby can't say , " " either . He is not prepared positively to deny that he may have had something to do with it . He has had ...
... dear ? " " I can't say , " returns Mrs. Snagsby . On a hasty review of his unfortunate position , Mr. Snagsby can't say , " " either . He is not prepared positively to deny that he may have had something to do with it . He has had ...
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... dear young men , be easy with me , if you please . Allow me to catch you round the neck . I won't squeeze you tighter than I can help . O Lord ! O dear me ! O my bones ! " It is well that the Sol is not far off , for Mr. Weevle presents ...
... dear young men , be easy with me , if you please . Allow me to catch you round the neck . I won't squeeze you tighter than I can help . O Lord ! O dear me ! O my bones ! " It is well that the Sol is not far off , for Mr. Weevle presents ...
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... dear friend — her only rela- tion . We were not on terms , which is to be deplored now , but he never would be on terms . He was not fond of us . He was eccentric — he was very eccentric . Unless he has left a will ( which is not at all ...
... dear friend — her only rela- tion . We were not on terms , which is to be deplored now , but he never would be on terms . He was not fond of us . He was eccentric — he was very eccentric . Unless he has left a will ( which is not at all ...
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Charles Dickens. " My dear friend , " says Grandfather Smallweed , with those two lean affectionate arms of his stretched forth . " How de do ? How de do ? Who is our friend , my dear friend ? " 66 ' Why this , " returns George , not ...
Charles Dickens. " My dear friend , " says Grandfather Smallweed , with those two lean affectionate arms of his stretched forth . " How de do ? How de do ? Who is our friend , my dear friend ? " 66 ' Why this , " returns George , not ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Allan answer asked Bagnet Baronet better Bleak House Bucket Caddy chair Charley Chesney Wold child comes consider court cousin cried dark darling dear girl door Esther eyes face gentleman George give glad gone Guppy Guster hand happy head hear heard heart honor hope hour housekeeper husband Jarndyce Jarndyce and Jarndyce Jellyby Kenge knew Lady Dedlock Ladyship light Lincoln's Inn Fields Lincolnshire little woman look Mademoiselle manner mean mind Miss Flite Miss Summerson morning mother never night observed old girl poor pray present replied returned my Guardian Richard Rouncewell round Saint Albans seemed shaking shut Sir Leicester Dedlock sitting Skimpole Smallweed smile Snagsby speak street suppose sure tell thank thing thought told Tony took Tulkinghorn turned up-stairs Vholes voice Volumnia walk Weevle window wish Woodcourt word young
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Página 109 - The one great principle of the English law is, to make business for itself. There is no other principle distinctly, certainly, and consistently maintained through all its narrow turnings. Viewed by this light it becomes a coherent scheme, and not the monstrous maze the laity are apt to think it. Let them but once clearly perQuestions and Answers. 337 cëive that its grand principle is to make business for itself at their expense, and surely they will cease to grumble.
Página 15 - The Lord Chancellor of that Court, true to his title in his last act, has died the death of all Lord Chancellors in all Courts, and of all authorities in all places under all names soever, where false pretences are made, and where injustice is done. Call the death by any name Your Highness will, attribute it to whom you will, or say it might have been prevented how you will, it is the same death eternally — inborn, inbred, engendered in the corrupted humours of the vicious body itself, and that...
Página 212 - 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 ? "
Página 449 - We are not rich in the bank, but we have always prospered, and we have quite enough. I never walk out with my husband, but I hear the people bless him. I never go into a house of any degree, but I hear his praises, or see them in grateful eyes. I never lie down at night, but I know that in the course of that day he has alleviated pain, and soothed some fellow-creature in the time of need.
Página 191 - There is not an atom of Tom's slime, not a cubic inch of any pestilential gas in which he lives, not one obscenity or degradation about him, not an ignorance, not a wickedness, not a brutality of his committing, but shall work its retribution, through every order of society, np to the proudest of the proud, and to the highest of the high.
Página 157 - Here I am! This is my frugal breakfast. Some men want legs of beef and mutton for breakfast; I don't. Give me my peach, my cup of coffee, and my claret; I am content. I don't want them for themselves, but they remind* me of the sun. There's nothing solar about legs of beef and mutton. Mere animal satisfaction!" "This is our friend's consulting room (or would be, if he ever prescribed), his sanctum, his studio,
Página 389 - I found Richard thin and languid, slovenly in his dress, abstracted in his manner, forcing his spirits now and then, and at other intervals relapsing into a dull thoughtfulness. About his large bright eyes, that used to be so merry, there was a wanness and a restlessness that changed them altogether. I cannot use the expression that he looked old.
Página 213 - Art in Heaven — is the light a comiu, sir? " " It is close at hand. HALLOWED BE THY NAME! " " Hallowed be— thy— " The light is come upon the dark benighted way. Dead! Dead, your Majesty. Dead, my lords and gentlemen. Dead, Eight Reverends and Wrong Reverends of every order.