Little Dorrit, Niteet 1–2B. Tauchnitz, 1856 |
Kirjan sisältä
Tulokset 1 - 5 kokonaismäärästä 100
Sivu
... Child of the Marshalsea 98 VIII . The Lock . 114 · IX . Little Mother 130 . - X. Containing the whole Science of Government . 150 - XI . Let Loose . 179 XII . Bleeding Heart Yard 194 XIII . Patriarchal 207 XIV . Little Dorrit's Party ...
... Child of the Marshalsea 98 VIII . The Lock . 114 · IX . Little Mother 130 . - X. Containing the whole Science of Government . 150 - XI . Let Loose . 179 XII . Bleeding Heart Yard 194 XIII . Patriarchal 207 XIV . Little Dorrit's Party ...
Sivu 7
... child up at the grate , especially at the little bird , whose activity he seemed to mistrust . " I have brought your bread , Signor John Baptist , " said he ( they all spoke in French , but the little man was an Italian ) ; " and if I ...
... child up at the grate , especially at the little bird , whose activity he seemed to mistrust . " I have brought your bread , Signor John Baptist , " said he ( they all spoke in French , but the little man was an Italian ) ; " and if I ...
Sivu 8
... child put all these things between the bars into the soft , smooth , well - shaped hand , with evident dread more than once drawing back her own , and looking at the man with her fair brow roughened into an ex- pression half of fright ...
... child put all these things between the bars into the soft , smooth , well - shaped hand , with evident dread more than once drawing back her own , and looking at the man with her fair brow roughened into an ex- pression half of fright ...
Sivu 9
... child in his arms , and dictating the words with a kiss . " Adieu , my birds ! " the pretty child repeated . Her innocent face looked back so brightly over his shoulder , as he walked away with her , singing her the song of the child's ...
... child in his arms , and dictating the words with a kiss . " Adieu , my birds ! " the pretty child repeated . Her innocent face looked back so brightly over his shoulder , as he walked away with her , singing her the song of the child's ...
Sivu 10
... child's head disappeared , and the prison - keeper's head disap- peared , but the little voice prolonged the strain until the door clashed . Monsieur Rigaud , finding the listening John Baptist in his way before the echoes had ceased ...
... child's head disappeared , and the prison - keeper's head disap- peared , but the little voice prolonged the strain until the door clashed . Monsieur Rigaud , finding the listening John Baptist in his way before the echoes had ceased ...
Yleiset termit ja lausekkeet
Arthur Clennam asked Barnacle Junior better Blandois Bleeding Heart Yard brother Casby child Chivery Circumlocution Office clarionet Collegians cried Daniel Doyce daughter dear door eyes F's Aunt face Fanny father Flintwinch Flora gentleman girl glad Gowan Grosvenor Square hand Harley Street head heard honor hope Jeremiah John Baptist knew lady light Little Dorrit Little Mother Lodge looked Lord ma'am Maggy manner Marseilles Marshalsea Meagles Merdle mind Miss Dorrit Miss Wade Mistress Affery Monsieur Rigaud never night Pancks passed Patriarch perhaps Plornish poor prison returned round Rugg seemed shut sister smile Society Sparkler staring Stiltstalking stood street suppose Tattycoram tell Thank thing thought Tickit told took turned turnkey Twickenham visitor voice walked wall window wish woman wonder word Young John
Suositut otteet
Sivu 39 - Melancholy streets in a penitential garb of soot, steeped the souls of the people who were condemned to look at them out of windows, in dire despondency.
Sivu 148 - Its finger was in the largest public pie, and in the smallest public tart. It was equally impossible to do the plainest right and to undo the plainest wrong, without the express authority of the Circumlocution Office. If another Gunpowder Plot had been discovered half an hour before the lighting of the match, nobody would have been justified in saving the parliament until there had been half a score of boards, half a bushel of minutes, several sacks of official memoranda, and a family-vault full...
Sivu 157 - To the sense of smell, the house was like a sort of bottle filled with a strong distillation of mews ; and when the footman opened the door, he seemed to take the stopper out.
Sivu 40 - Through the heart of the town a deadly sewer ebbed and flowed, in the place of a fine fresh river.
Sivu 260 - For, though nobody knew with the least precision what Mr. Merdle's business was, except that it was to coin money...
Sivu 35 - Your pretty daughter," she said, "starts to think of such things. Yet," looking full upon her, " you may be sure that there are men and women already on their road, who have their business to do with you, and who will do it. Of a certainty they will do it. They may be coming hundreds, thousands, of miles over the sea there ; they may be close at hand now ; they may be coming, for anything you know, or anything yon can do to prevent it, from the vilest sweepings of this very town.
Sivu 29 - ... were never their own, offered up as a part of a bargain for the security of their possessions. Austere faces, inexorable discipline, penance in this world and terror in the next — nothing graceful or gentle anywhere, and the void in my cowed heart everywhere — this was my childhood, if I may so misuse the word as to apply it to such a beginning of life.
Sivu 149 - HOW NOT TO DO IT. Through this delicate perception, through the tact with which it invariably seized it, and through the genius with which it always acted on it, the Circumlocution Office had risen to overtop all the public departments ; and the public condition had risen to be — what it was. It is true that How not to do it was the great study and object of ail public departments and professional politicians all round the Circumlocution Office.
Sivu 44 - It was a double house, with long, narrow, heavily-framed windows. Many years ago, it had had it in its mind to slide down sideways ; it had been propped up, however, and was leaning on some half dozen gigantic crutches : which gymnasium for the neighboring cats, weather-stained, smoke-blackened, and overgrown with weeds, appeared in these latter days to be no very sure reliance. "Nothing changed," said the traveller, stopping to look round.
Sivu 39 - ... taboo with that enlightened strictness, that the ugly South Sea gods in the British Museum might have supposed themselves at home again. Nothing to see but streets, streets, streets. Nothing to breathe but streets, streets, streets. Nothing to change the brooding mind, or raise it up. Nothing for the spent toiler to do, but to compare the monotony of his seventh day with the monotony of his six days, think what a weary life he led, and make the best of it— or the worst, according to the probabilities.