The Adventures of Oliver Twist, Or, The Parish Boy's Progress

Pirmais vāks
author, 1846 - 311 lappuses

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IX
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XXXIV
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XXXVI
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XXXVIII
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XXXIX
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XXVIII
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XXXIII
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LXIX
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LXX
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303. lappuse - The noise subsided, and he was asked if he had anything to say why sentence of death should not be passed upon him.
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...
66. lappuse - ... in such costume, always look in an unfinished and incomplete state without a set of fetters to garnish them. He had a brown hat on his head, and a dirty belcher handkerchief round his neck: with the long frayed ends of which he smeared the beer from his face as he spoke. He disclosed, when he had done so, a broad heavy countenance with a beard of three days...
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. There were a good many small shops; but the only stock in trade appeared to be heaps of children, who, even at that time of night, were crawling in and out at the doors, or screaming from the inside.
8. lappuse - So, they established the rule, that all poor people should have the alternative (for they would compel nobody, not they), of being starved by a gradual process in the house, or by a quick one out of it. With this view, they contracted with the water-works to lay on an unlimited supply of water; and with a corn-factor to supply periodically small quantities of oatmeal; and issued three meals of thin gruel a day, with an onion twice a week, and half a roll of Sundays.
8. lappuse - So you'll begin to pick oakum tomorrow morning at six o'clock,' added the surly one in the white waistcoat. For the combination of both these blessings in the one simple process of picking oakum, Oliver bowed low by the direction of the beadle, and was then hurried away to a large ward, where, on a rough hard bed, he sobbed himself to sleep. What a noble illustration of the tender laws of England! They let the paupers go to sleep!
9. lappuse - ... he had two ounces and a quarter of bread besides. The bowls never wanted washing. The boys polished them with their spoons till they shone again; and when they had performed this operation, (which never took very long, the spoons being nearly as large as the bowls,) they would sit staring at...
304. lappuse - ... seemed to him, at the time, that he could not hear a word. These gradually fell into their proper places, and by degrees suggested more: so that in a little time he had the whole, almost as it was delivered. To be hanged by the neck, till he was dead - that was the end.
115. lappuse - Countrymen, butchers, drovers, hawkers, boys, thieves, idlers, and vagabonds of every low grade...
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...

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