The Adventures of Oliver Twist: Or, The Parish Boy's Progress, 1-10. izdevums

Pirmais vāks
author, 1846 - 311 lappuses
Deals with the adventures of a young orphan boy trying to survive amid greed and poverty in 19th-century London.

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I
1
II
3
III
10
IV
16
V
21
VI
29
VII
33
VIII
37
XXVIII
151
XXIX
158
XXX
161
XXXI
165
XXXII
173
XXXIII
179
XXXIV
185
XXXVI
193

IX
44
X
48
XI
52
XII
58
XIII
65
XIV
70
XV
78
XVI
82
XVII
90
XVIII
97
XIX
102
XX
109
XXI
115
XXII
119
XXIII
123
XXIV
129
XXV
133
XXVI
137
XXVII
146
XXXVII
198
XXXVIII
200
XXXIX
207
XL
214
XLI
225
XLII
230
XLIII
237
XLIV
244
XLV
252
XLVI
257
XLVII
259
XLVIII
266
XLIX
271
L
278
LI
285
LII
293
LIV
302
LV
308

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42. lappuse - A dirtier or more wretched place he had never seen. The street was very narrow and muddy, and the air •was impregnated with filthy odours.
299. lappuse - That is no excuse," replied Mr. Brownlow. "You were present on the occasion of the destruction of these trinkets, and indeed are the more guilty of the two, in the eye of the law ; for the law supposes that your wife acts under your direction.
27. lappuse - I say she was starved to death. I never knew how bad she was till the fever came upon her, and then her bones were starting through the skin. There was neither fire nor candle ; she died in the dark — in the dark. She couldn't even see her children's faces, though we heard her gasping out their names.
271. lappuse - I spared yours," rejoined the girl, clinging to him. " Bill, dear Bill ! you cannot have the heart to kill me ! Oh, think of all I have given up only this one night for you. You shall have time to think, and save yourself this crime. I will not loose my hold. You cannot throw me off. Bill, Bill ! for dear God's sake, for your own, for mine, stop before you spill my blood. I have been true to you ; upon my guilty soul I have." The man struggled violently to release his arms, but those of the girl...
137. lappuse - ... of all sizes and patterns— for here reside the traders who purchase them from pickpockets. Hundreds of these handkerchiefs hang dangling from pegs outside the windows, or flaunting from the door-posts; and the shelves within are piled with them. Confined as the limits of Field Lane are, it has its barber, its coffee-shop, its beer-shop, and its fried-fish warehouse. It is a commercial colony of itself, the emporium of petty larceny...
115. lappuse - ... which seemed to rest upon the chimney-tops, hung heavily above. All the pens in the centre of the large area : and as many temporary...
276. lappuse - If he shut out the sight, there came the room with every well-known object - some, indeed, that he would have forgotten, if he had gone over its contents from memory - each in its accustomed place. The body was in its place, and its eyes were as he saw them when he stole away. He got up, and rushed into the field without. The figure was behind him. He re-entered the...

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