The Life and Adventures of Martin Chuzzlewit, Nide 2Chapman and Hall, 1858 - 436 sivua |
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Sivu 146 - He did things with his hat , which nothing but an unlimited knowledge of horses and the wildest freedom of the road , could ever have made him perfect in.
Sivu 150 - Yoho! See the bright moon ! High up before we know it : making the earth reflect the objects on its breast like water. Hedges, trees, low cottages , church steeples , blighted stumps and flourishing young slips , have all grown vain upon the sudden , and mean to contemplate their own fair images till morning. The poplars yonder rustle, that their quivering leaves may see themselves upon the ground. Not so the oak ; trembling does not become him; and he watches himself in his stout old burly steadfastness,...
Sivu 411 - em. But what I always says to them as has the management of matters. Mrs. Harris:'" here she kept her eye on Mr. Pecksniff: '"be they gents or be they ladies, is, don't ask me whether I won't take none, or whether I will, but leave the bottle on the chimley-piece, and let me put my lips to it when I am so dispoged.
Sivu 147 - ... carters close to the five-barred gate, until the coach had passed the narrow turning in the road. Yoho, by churches dropped down by themselves in quiet nooks, with rustic burialgrounds about them, where the graves are green, and daisies sleep — for it is evening — on the bosoms of the dead. Yoho, past streams, in which the cattle cool their feet, and where the rushes grow ; past paddockfences, farms, and rick-yards ; past last year's stacks, cut, slice by slice, away, and showing, in the...
Sivu 150 - Yoho, among the gathering shades ; making of no account the deep reflections of the trees, but scampering on through light and darkness all the same, as if the light of London fifty miles away were quite enough to travel by, and some to spare. Yoho, beside the...
Sivu 280 - ... old love letters, shut up in iron boxes in the neighbouring offices, and made of no account among the heaps of family papers into which they had strayed, and of which, in their degeneracy, they formed a part, might have stirred and fluttered with a moment's recollection of their ancient tenderness, as she went lightly by. Anything might have happened that did not happen, and never will, for the love of Ruth.
Sivu 49 - But we never knows wot's hidden in each other's hearts; and if we had glass winders there, we'd need to keep the shetters up, some on us, I do assure you ! " " But you don't mean to say
Sivu 147 - Yoho, past hedges, gates, and trees ; past cottages and barns, and people going home from work. Yoho, past donkey-chaises, drawn aside into the ditch, and empty carts with rampant horses, whipped up at a bound upon the little watercourse, and held by struggling carters close to the five-barred gate until the coach had passed the narrow turning in the road. Yoho...
Sivu 209 - ... round him all day long , until the time arrived for going home again, and leaving it, like a motionless cloud, behind. It seemed to Tom , every morning, that he approached this ghostly mist, and became enveloped in it, by the easiest succession of degrees imaginable. Passing from the roar and rattle of the streets into the quiet court-yards of the Temple, was the first preparation. Every echo of his footsteps sounded to him like a sound from the old walls and pavements, wanting language to relate...
Sivu 321 - The passage-way was empty when his murderer's face looked into it. He stole on, to the door, on tiptoe, as if he dreaded to disturb his own imaginary rest. He listened. Not a sound. As he turned the key with a trembling hand, and pushed the door softly open with his knee, a monstrous fear beset his mind. What if the murdered man were there before him ! He cast a fearful glance all round.