Oliver Twist, Or, The Parish Boy's ProgressRichard Bentley, New Burlington Street, 1838 - 331 lappuses |
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29. lappuse
Charles Dickens. hunger and reckless with misery . He rose from the table , and advancing basin and spoon in hand , to the master , said , somewhat alarmed at his own temerity— " Please , sir , I want some more . " The master was a fat ...
Charles Dickens. hunger and reckless with misery . He rose from the table , and advancing basin and spoon in hand , to the master , said , somewhat alarmed at his own temerity— " Please , sir , I want some more . " The master was a fat ...
95. lappuse
... rose as he said this ; he breathed quickly , and there was a curious . working of the mouth and nostrils , which Mr. Claypole thought must be the immediate pre- cursor of violent fit of crying . Under this impression , he returned to ...
... rose as he said this ; he breathed quickly , and there was a curious . working of the mouth and nostrils , which Mr. Claypole thought must be the immediate pre- cursor of violent fit of crying . Under this impression , he returned to ...
99. lappuse
... rose from the ground , and pummeled him from behind . This was rather too violent exercise to last long . When they were all three wearied out , and could tear and beat no longer , they dragged Oliver , struggling and shouting , but ...
... rose from the ground , and pummeled him from behind . This was rather too violent exercise to last long . When they were all three wearied out , and could tear and beat no longer , they dragged Oliver , struggling and shouting , but ...
112. lappuse
... rose to his feet , and hav- ing gazed cautiously round him , and listened intently , gently undid the fastenings of the door and looked abroad It was a cold dark night . The stars seemed to the boy's eyes further from the earth than he ...
... rose to his feet , and hav- ing gazed cautiously round him , and listened intently , gently undid the fastenings of the door and looked abroad It was a cold dark night . The stars seemed to the boy's eyes further from the earth than he ...
176. lappuse
Charles Dickens. to all the goodness of his new friends ; the sun rose and sunk , and rose and sunk again , and many times after that , and still the boy lay stretched upon his uneasy bed , dwindling away beneath the dry and wasting heat ...
Charles Dickens. to all the goodness of his new friends ; the sun rose and sunk , and rose and sunk again , and many times after that , and still the boy lay stretched upon his uneasy bed , dwindling away beneath the dry and wasting heat ...
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