Charles Dickens' Works: Little dorritG.W. Carleton, 1885 |
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Sivu 32
... papa , of the patrician order , with a family of three growing up daughters , who were keeping a journal for the contusion of thei fellow creatures ; and a deaf old English mother tough in travel with a very decidedly grown up daughter ...
... papa , of the patrician order , with a family of three growing up daughters , who were keeping a journal for the contusion of thei fellow creatures ; and a deaf old English mother tough in travel with a very decidedly grown up daughter ...
Sivu 153
... Papa , is not Papa precisely what he was when you went away , isn't it cruel and unnatural of Papa to be such a reproach to his own child , if we go on in this way much longer people who don't know us will begin to suppose that I am Papa's ...
... Papa , is not Papa precisely what he was when you went away , isn't it cruel and unnatural of Papa to be such a reproach to his own child , if we go on in this way much longer people who don't know us will begin to suppose that I am Papa's ...
Sivu 155
... Papa and when I was called down into the little breakfast - room where they were looking at one another with your Mama's parasol between them seated on two chairs like mad bulls what was I to do ! " " My dear Mrs. Finching , " urged ...
... Papa and when I was called down into the little breakfast - room where they were looking at one another with your Mama's parasol between them seated on two chairs like mad bulls what was I to do ! " " My dear Mrs. Finching , " urged ...
Sivu 156
... Papa and what could I do ? " " Nothing whatever , " said Arthur , with the cheerfulest readi- ness , " but what you did . Let an old friend assure you of his full conviction that you did quite right . " " One last remark , " proceeded ...
... Papa and what could I do ? " " Nothing whatever , " said Arthur , with the cheerfulest readi- ness , " but what you did . Let an old friend assure you of his full conviction that you did quite right . " " One last remark , " proceeded ...
Sivu 266
... papa - I don't say me though there was a time but that is past and stern reality has now my gracious never mind - does not look like it you must confess . " Even Flora's commas seemed to have fled on this occasion , she was so much more ...
... papa - I don't say me though there was a time but that is past and stern reality has now my gracious never mind - does not look like it you must confess . " Even Flora's commas seemed to have fled on this occasion , she was so much more ...
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Arthur Clennam Barnacle better Blandois Bleeding Heart Bleeding Heart Yard brother Casby Cavalletto chair child Chivery Circumlocution Office clarionet Collegians cried daughter dear door Doyce eyes F's Aunt face father feel Flintwinch Flora gentleman girl gone Gowan Grosvenor Square hand Harley Street head hear heard Heart Yard honour hope Jeremiah knew lady light Little Dorrit looked Lord Decimus ma'am madam Maggy manner marriage Marseilles Marshalsea Marshalsea Prison Meagles mean Merdle Merdle's mind Miss Dorrit Miss Fanny Miss Wade Monsieur mother never night Pancks papa passed Patriarch Plornish poor prison replied returned Rigaud round Rugg seemed sister smile Sparkler speak stood street suppose Tattycoram tell Thank thing thought Tickit tion took turned turnkey Twickenham voice walked window wish woman wonder word Young John
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Sivu 110 - Boards sat upon them, secretaries minuted upon them, commissioners gabbled about them, clerks registered, entered, checked, and ticked them off, and they melted away. In short, all the business of the country went through the circumlocution office, except the business that never came out of it ; and its name was legion.
Sivu 37 - 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 40 - DROWNED, was weeping on the wet wall; he came at last to the house he sought. An old brick house, so dingy as to be all but black, standing by itself within a gateway. Before it, a square courtyard where a shrub or two and a patch of grass were as rank (which is saying much) as the iron railings enclosing them were rusty; behind it, a jumble of roots. 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...
Sivu 462 - Father is rather vulgar, my dear. The word Papa, besides, gives a pretty form to the lips. Papa, potatoes, poultry, prunes, and prism, are all very good words for the lips : especially prunes and prism.
Sivu 167 - To review his life, was like descending a green tree in fruit and flower, and seeing all the branches wither and drop off one by one, as he came down towards them.
Sivu 227 - There was a classical daughter once — perhaps — who ministered to her father in his prison as her mother had ministered to her. Little Dorrit, though of the unheroic modern stock, and mere English, did much more in comforting her father's wasted heart upon her innocent breast, and turning to it a fountain of love and fidelity that never ran dry or waned through all his years of famine.
Sivu 245 - He did not shine in company ; he had not very much to say for himself ; he was a reserved man, with a broad, overhanging, watchful head, that particular kind of dull red colour in his cheeks which is rather stale than fresh, and a somewhat uneasy expression about his coat-cuffs, as if they were in his confidence, and had reasons for being anxious to hide his hands.