Little Dorrit, Niteet 1–2B. Tauchnitz, 1856 |
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Sivu 11
... stood ready to give him a lighted match ; for he was now rolling his tobacco into cigarettes , by the aid of little squares of paper which had been brought in with it . " Here ! You may have one . " " A thousand thanks , my master ...
... stood ready to give him a lighted match ; for he was now rolling his tobacco into cigarettes , by the aid of little squares of paper which had been brought in with it . " Here ! You may have one . " " A thousand thanks , my master ...
Sivu 13
... been expected . " I am a " Monsieur Rigaud stood up to say it " I am a cosmopolitan gentleman . I own no particular country . My father was Swiss Canton de Vaud . My mother was French by blood , English by birth . LITTLE DORRIT . 13.
... been expected . " I am a " Monsieur Rigaud stood up to say it " I am a cosmopolitan gentleman . I own no particular country . My father was Swiss Canton de Vaud . My mother was French by blood , English by birth . LITTLE DORRIT . 13.
Sivu 14
... stood with one arm on his hip , within the folds of his cloak , together with his manner of disregarding his companion and addressing the opposite wall instead , seemed to intimate that he was rehearsing for the President , whose ...
... stood with one arm on his hip , within the folds of his cloak , together with his manner of disregarding his companion and addressing the opposite wall instead , seemed to intimate that he was rehearsing for the President , whose ...
Sivu 17
... stood wiping his hands upon them , with his back to the light . " Well , " he demanded after a silence , " have you no- thing to say to all that ? " " It's ugly , " returned the little man , who had risen , and was brightening his knife ...
... stood wiping his hands upon them , with his back to the light . " Well , " he demanded after a silence , " have you no- thing to say to all that ? " " It's ugly , " returned the little man , who had risen , and was brightening his knife ...
Sivu 20
... stood clasping the grate with both hands , an uproar broke upon his hearing ; yells , shrieks , oaths , threats , execrations , all comprehended in it , though ( as in a storm ) nothing but a raging swell of sound distinctly heard ...
... stood clasping the grate with both hands , an uproar broke upon his hearing ; yells , shrieks , oaths , threats , execrations , all comprehended in it , though ( as in a storm ) nothing but a raging swell of sound distinctly heard ...
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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
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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.