The Adventures of Oliver Twist, Or, The Parish Boy's ProgressChapman and Hall, 1855 - 291 lappuses |
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... cried lustily . If he could have known that he was an orphan , left to the tender mercies of church- wardens and overseers , perhaps he would have cried the louder . CHAPTER II . TREATS OF OLIVER TWIST'S GROWTH , EDUCATION , AND BOARD ...
... cried lustily . If he could have known that he was an orphan , left to the tender mercies of church- wardens and overseers , perhaps he would have cried the louder . CHAPTER II . TREATS OF OLIVER TWIST'S GROWTH , EDUCATION , AND BOARD ...
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... cried very naturally indeed . Mrs. Mann gave him a thou- sand embraces , and , what Oliver wanted a great deal more , a piece of bread and butter , lest he should seem too hungry when he got to the work- house . With the slice of bread ...
... cried very naturally indeed . Mrs. Mann gave him a thou- sand embraces , and , what Oliver wanted a great deal more , a piece of bread and butter , lest he should seem too hungry when he got to the work- house . With the slice of bread ...
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... cried bitterly all day ; and when the long , dismal night came on , he spread his little hands before his eyes to shut out the darkness , and crouching in the corner , tried to sleep ever and anon waking with a start and tremble , and ...
... cried bitterly all day ; and when the long , dismal night came on , he spread his little hands before his eyes to shut out the darkness , and crouching in the corner , tried to sleep ever and anon waking with a start and tremble , and ...
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... cried the child . 66 Everybody hates me . Oh ! sir , don't , don't pray be cross to me ! " The child beat his hand upon his heart ; and looked in his companion's face , with tears of real agony . Mr. Bumble regarded Oliver's pite- ous ...
... cried the child . 66 Everybody hates me . Oh ! sir , don't , don't pray be cross to me ! " The child beat his hand upon his heart ; and looked in his companion's face , with tears of real agony . Mr. Bumble regarded Oliver's pite- ous ...
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... cried the voice which belonged to the legs which had kicked at the door . " I will , directly , sir , " replied Oliver : undoing the chain , and turning the key . " I suppose yer the new boy , a'n't yer ? " said the voice through the ...
... cried the voice which belonged to the legs which had kicked at the door . " I will , directly , sir , " replied Oliver : undoing the chain , and turning the key . " I suppose yer the new boy , a'n't yer ? " said the voice through the ...
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8. lappuse - ... him, who happened to be a weakly youth of tender age. He had a wild, hungry eye; and they implicitly believed him. A council was held ; lots were cast who should walk up to the master after supper that evening and ask for more, and it fell to Oliver Twist.
68. lappuse - A great deal better, thank you, sir," replied Oliver. Mr. Brownlow, seeming to apprehend that his singular friend was about to say something disagreeable, asked Oliver to step down stairs and tell Mrs. Bedwiu they were ready for tea; which, as he did not half like the visitor's manner, he was very happy to do. " He is a nice-looking boy, is he not?" inquired Mr. Brownlow. " I don't know,
9. lappuse - A council was held , lots were cast who should walk up to the master after supper that evening, and ask for more ; and it fell to Oliver Twist. The evening arrived ; the boys took their places. The master, in his cook's uniform, stationed himself at the copper ; his pauper assistants ranged themselves behind him; the gruel was served out; and a long grace was said over the short commons. The gruel disappeared ; the boys whispered each other, and winked at Oliver ; while his next neighbors nudged...
3. lappuse - ... excellent example of the power of dress young Oliver Twist was ! Wrapped in the blanket which had hitherto formed his only covering, he might have been the child of a nobleman or a beggar ; it would have been hard for the haughtiest stranger to have assigned him his proper station in society. But now that he was enveloped in the old calico robes which had grown yellow in the same service, he was badged and ticketed, and fell into his place at once — a parish child — the orphan of a workhouse...
272. lappuse - The water was out, and the ditch a bed of mud. The crowd had been hushed during these few moments, watching his motions and doubtful of his purpose, but the instant they perceived it and knew it was defeated, they raised a cry of triumphant execration to which all their previous shouting had been whispers. Again and again it rose. Those who were at too great a distance to know its meaning, took up the sound; it echoed and re-echoed; it seemed as though the whole city had poured its population out...
280. lappuse - That is no excuse," replied Mr. Brownlow. "You were present on the occasion of the destruction of these trinkets, and indeed, are the more guilty of the two, in the eye of the law for the law supposes that your wife acts under your direction.'' " If the law supposes that,
25. lappuse - ... kneel down, kneel down — kneel round her, every one of you, and mark my words! I say she was starved to death. I never knew how bad she was, till the fever came upon her; and then her bones were starting through the skin. There was neither fire nor candle; she died in the dark — in the dark! She couldn't even see her children's faces, though we heard her gasping out their names. I begged for her in the streets: and they sent me to prison. When I came back, she was dying; and all the blood...
267. lappuse - ... all kinds, in which to haul the water up ; and when his eye is turned from these operations to the houses themselves, his utmost astonishment will be excited by the scene before him. Crazy wooden galleries common to the backs of...
9. lappuse - There was a general start. Horror was depicted on every countenance. "For more!" said Mr. Limbkins. "Compose yourself, Bumble, and answer me distinctly. Do I understand that he asked for more, after he had eaten the supper allotted by the dietary?" " He did, sir," replied Bumble.' " That boy will be hung," said the gentleman in the white waistcoat.
285. lappuse - ... hanged by the neck till he was dead. As it came on very dark, he began to think of all the men he had known who had died upon the scaffold : some of them through his means. They rose up, in such quick succession, that he could hardly count them. He had seen some of them die, — and had joked to«, because they died with prayers upon their lips.