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Página 297 - Art in Heaven — is the light a-comin, 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, Right Reverends and Wrong Reverends of every order. Dead, men and women, bora with Heavenly compassion in your hearts.
Página 70 - While I was very ill, the way in which these divisions of time became confused with one another, distressed my mind exceedingly. At once a child, an elder girl, and the little woman I had been so happy as, I was not only oppressed by cares and difficulties adapted to each station, but by the great perplexity of endlessly trying to reconcile them.
Página 312 - in my knowledge of my secret — " But he interrupts her. " Now, Lady Dedlock, this is a matter of business, and in a matter of business the ground cannot be kept too clear. It is no longer your secret. Excuse me. That is just the mistake. It is my secret, in trust for Sir Leicester and the family. If it were your secret, Lady Dedlock, we should not be here, holding this conversation.
Página 25 - Here is a small burnt patch of flooring; here is the tinder from a little bundle of burnt paper, but not so light as usual, seeming to be steeped in something; and here is - is it the cinder of a small charred and broken log of wood sprinkled with white ashes, or is it coal?
Página 132 - His further consideration of the point was prevented by Richard's coming back to us in an excited state, and hastily presenting Mr. Vholes — a sallow man with pinched lips that looked as if they were cold, a red eruption here and there upon his face, tall and thin, about fifty years of age, high-shouldered, and stooping. Dressed in black, blackgloved, and buttoned to the chin, there was nothing so remarkable in him as a lifeless manner, and a slow fixed way he had of looking at Richard. A WIDOWER...
Página 294 - Wot I wos a-thinkin.' on, then, Mr. Suagsby, wos, that when I was moved on as fur as ever I could go, and couldn't be moved no furder, whether you might be so good, p'raps, as to write out wery large so that any one could see it anywheres, as that I wos wery truly hearty sorry that I done it, and that I never went fur to do it ; and that though I didn't know nothink at all, I knowed as Mr.
Página 153 - 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. Ariewed 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 perceive that its grand principle is to make business for itself at their expense, and surely they will cease to grumble.
Página 107 - I was passing quickly on, and in a few momenta should have passed the lighted window, when my echoing footsteps brought it suddenly into my mind that there was a dreadful truth in the legend of the Ghost's Walk; that it was I, who was to bring calamity upon the stately house; and that my warning feet were haunting it even then.
Página 88 - Fitz-Jarndyce?" she asked, rather sharply. I said it was not the custom in England to confer titles on men distinguished by peaceful services, however good and great ; unless occasionally, when they consisted of the accumulation of some very large amount of money. "Why, good gracious," said Miss Mite, "how can you say that?