Oliver Twist, Or, The Parish Boy's ProgressRichard Bentley, New Burlington Street, 1838 - 331 lappuses |
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32. lappuse
... close prisoner in the dark and solitary room to which he had been consigned by the wisdom and mercy of the board . appears , at first sight , not unreasonable to sup- pose , that , if he had entertained a becoming feeling of respect for ...
... close prisoner in the dark and solitary room to which he had been consigned by the wisdom and mercy of the board . appears , at first sight , not unreasonable to sup- pose , that , if he had entertained a becoming feeling of respect for ...
68. lappuse
... close and hot , and the atmosphere seemed tainted with the smell of coffins . The recess beneath the counter in which his flock mattress was thrust , looked like a grave . Nor were these the only dismal feelings which depressed Oliver ...
... close and hot , and the atmosphere seemed tainted with the smell of coffins . The recess beneath the counter in which his flock mattress was thrust , looked like a grave . Nor were these the only dismal feelings which depressed Oliver ...
82. lappuse
... close to him and not be afraid , the undertaker mount- ed to the top of the first flight of stairs , and , stumbling against a door on the landing , rapped at it with his knuckles . It was opened by a young girl of thirteen or fourteen ...
... close to him and not be afraid , the undertaker mount- ed to the top of the first flight of stairs , and , stumbling against a door on the landing , rapped at it with his knuckles . It was opened by a young girl of thirteen or fourteen ...
118. lappuse
... close under a hay - rick , determined to lie there till morning . He felt frightened at first , for the wind moaned dis- mally over the empty fields , and he was cold and hungry , and more alone than he had ever felt before . Being very ...
... close under a hay - rick , determined to lie there till morning . He felt frightened at first , for the wind moaned dis- mally over the empty fields , and he was cold and hungry , and more alone than he had ever felt before . Being very ...
122. lappuse
... close observation so long , that Oliver raised his head , and returned his steady look . Upon this , the boy crossed over , and , walking close up to Oliver , said , " Hullo ! my covey , what's the row ? 122 OLIVER TWIST .
... close observation so long , that Oliver raised his head , and returned his steady look . Upon this , the boy crossed over , and , walking close up to Oliver , said , " Hullo ! my covey , what's the row ? 122 OLIVER TWIST .
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