Oliver Twist, Or, The Parish Boy's ProgressRichard Bentley, New Burlington Street, 1838 - 331 lappuses |
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... speak to me ? " 99 " Yes — hold your tongue . " Mr. Bumble was stupefied with astonish- ment . A beadle ordered to hold his tongue ! A moral revolution ! George brukshanks AEWIRD Stoles The old gentleman in the tortoise 48 OLIVER TWIST .
... speak to me ? " 99 " Yes — hold your tongue . " Mr. Bumble was stupefied with astonish- ment . A beadle ordered to hold his tongue ! A moral revolution ! George brukshanks AEWIRD Stoles The old gentleman in the tortoise 48 OLIVER TWIST .
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... in Roman capitals of gigantic size . " Gadso ! " said the undertaker , taking Mr. Bumble by the gilt - edged lappel of his official coat ; " that's just the very thing I wanted to speak to you about . You know — dear me OLIVER TWIST . 55.
... in Roman capitals of gigantic size . " Gadso ! " said the undertaker , taking Mr. Bumble by the gilt - edged lappel of his official coat ; " that's just the very thing I wanted to speak to you about . You know — dear me OLIVER TWIST . 55.
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Charles Dickens. speak to you about . You know — dear me , what a very elegant button this is , Mr. Bumble ; I never noticed it before . " " Yes , I think it is rather pretty , " said the beadle , glancing proudly downwards at the large ...
Charles Dickens. speak to you about . You know — dear me , what a very elegant button this is , Mr. Bumble ; I never noticed it before . " " Yes , I think it is rather pretty , " said the beadle , glancing proudly downwards at the large ...
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... speaking with an idiotic leer , more ghastly than even the presence of death itself . " Lord , Lord ! —well , it is strange that I who gave birth to her , and was a woman then , should be alive merry now , and she lying there so cold ...
... speaking with an idiotic leer , more ghastly than even the presence of death itself . " Lord , Lord ! —well , it is strange that I who gave birth to her , and was a woman then , should be alive merry now , and she lying there so cold ...
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... speaking in a jeering tone of affected pity — of all tones the most annoying— " Yer know , Work'us , it carn't be helped now , and of course yer couldn't help it then , and I'm very sorry for it , and I'm sure we all are , and pity yer ...
... speaking in a jeering tone of affected pity — of all tones the most annoying— " Yer know , Work'us , it carn't be helped now , and of course yer couldn't help it then , and I'm very sorry for it , and I'm sure we all are , and pity yer ...
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279. lappuse - If the law supposes that,' said Mr. Bumble, squeezing his hat emphatically in both hands, 'the law is a ass— a idiot. If that's the eye of the law, the law is a bachelor; and the worst I wish the law is, that his eye may be opened by experience— by experience.
293. lappuse - The noise subsided, and he was asked if he had anything to say why sentence of death should not be passed upon him.
157. lappuse - Stop thief! Stop thief! The cry is taken up by a hundred voices, and the crowd accumulate at every turning. Away they fly, splashing through the mud, and rattling along the pavements: up go the windows, out run the people, onward bear the mob, a whole audience desert Punch in the very thickest of the plot, and, joining the rushing throng, swell the shout, and lend fresh vigour to the cry, 'Stop thief! Stop thief!
7. lappuse - The terrible descriptions were so vivid and real, that the sallow pages seemed to turn red with gore, and the words upon them to be sounded in his ears as if they were whispered in hollow murmurs by the spirits of the dead.
23. lappuse - ... reeking bodies of the cattle, and mingling with the fog, 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...
297. lappuse - One time he raved and blasphemed, and at another howled and tore his hair. Venerable men of his own persuasion had come to pray beside him, but he had driven them away with curses. They renewed their charitable efforts, and he beat them off.
194. lappuse - Then, spare my life, for the love of Heaven, as 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.
157. lappuse - The very intelligence that shone in her deep blue eye, and was stamped upon her noble head, seemed scarcely of her age, or of the world; and yet the changing expression of sweetness and good humour, the thousand lights that played about the face, and left no shadow there; above all, the smile, the cheerful, happy smile, were made for Home, and fireside peace and happiness.
110. lappuse - You've over-fed him, ma'am. You've raised a artificial soul and spirit in him, ma'am unbecoming a person of his condition: as the board, Mrs. Sowerberry, who are practical philosophers, will tell you. What have paupers to do with soul or spirit? It's quite enough that we let 'em have live bodies. If you had kept the boy on gruel, ma'am, this would never have happened.