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33. lappuse - It was rather expensive at first, in consequence of the increase in the undertaker's bill, and the necessity of taking in the clothes of all the paupers, which fluttered loosely on their wasted, shrunken forms, after a week or two's gruel. But the number of workhouse inmates got thin as well as the paupers ; and the board were in ecstasies.
67. lappuse - There was no fire in the room ; but a man was crouching, mechanically, over the empty stove. An old woman, too, had drawn a low stool to the cold hearth, and was sitting beside him. There were some ragged children in another corner ; and in a small recess, opposite the door, there lay upon the ground, something covered with an old blanket. Oliver shuddered as he cast his eyes...
98. lappuse - ... a very old shrivelled Jew, whose villainous-looking and repulsive face was obscured by a quantity of matted red hair. He was dressed in a greasy flannel gown, with his throat bare...
97. 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. The...
233. lappuse - He threw himself upon the road on his back upon the road. At his head it stood, silent, erect, and still a living grave-stone, with its epitaph in blood. Let no man talk of murderers escaping justice, and hint that Providence must sleep. There were twenty score of violent deaths in one long minute of that agony of fear.
233. lappuse - ... hear its garments rustling in the leaves and every breath of wind came laden with that last low cry if he stopped it did the same if he ran it followed not running too that would have been a relief but like a corpse endowed with the mere machinery of life and borne on one slow melancholy wind that never rose or fell Exercise 57.
285. lappuse - The noise subsided, and he was asked if he had anything to say why sentence of death should not be passed upon him.