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Overige edities - Alles bekijken
The Works of Charles Dickens: Little Dorrit, Part II. the Uncommercial Traveller Charles Dickens Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2015 |
Works of Charles Dickens: Little Dorrit, Volumes 25-26 Charles Dickens Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2020 |
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Arthur Clennam asked Barnacle Junior better Blandois Bleeding Heart Yard brother Casby child Chivery Circumlocution Office clarionet Clen Collegian cried Daniel Doyce dark daughter dear door eyes F's Aunt face Fanny father feel Flintwinch Flora gentleman glad glanced gone Grosvenor Square hand Harley Street head heard Henry Gowan honor hope Jeremiah John Baptist knew lady Little Dorrit looked Lord ma'am Maggy Marseilles Marshalsea Meagles mean Merdle mind Miss Dorrit Miss Wade Mistress Affery never night Pancks perhaps Plornish poor prison returned Rigaud round Rugg seemed sister smile Society Sparkler Stiltstalking stood street suppose sure Tattycoram tell Thank thing thought Tickit tiny woman tion told took turned turnkey Twickenham visitor voice walked window wish wonder word young Barnacle Young John
Populaire passages
Pagina vii - Whosoever goes into Marshalsea Place, turning out of Angel Court, leading to Bermondsey, will find his feet on the very paving-stones of the extinct Marshalsea jail ; will see its narrow yard to the right and to the left, very little altered if at all, except that the walls were lowered when the place got free ; will look upon the rooms in which the debtors lived; will stand among the crowding ghosts of many miserable years.
Pagina 46 - Everything was bolted and barred that could by possibility furnish relief to an over-worked people. No pictures, no unfamiliar animals, no rare plants or flowers, no natural or artificial wonders of the ancient world- — all taboo with that enlightened strictness, that the ugly South Sea gods in the British Museum might have supposed themselves at home again. , Nothing to see but streets, streets, streets.
Pagina 108 - Shall we speak of the inspiration of a poet or a priest, and not of the heart impelled by love and self-devotion to the lowliest work in the lowliest way of life!
Pagina 158 - Boards sat upon them, secretaries minuted upon them, commissioners gabbled about them, clerks registered, entered, checked, and ticked them off, and they melted away. In short, all the business of the country went through the Circumlocution Office, except the business that never came out of it; and its name was Legion.
Pagina 47 - Fifty thousand lairs surrounded him where people lived so unwholesomely, that fair water put into their crowded rooms on Saturday night would be corrupt on Sunday morning; albeit my lord, their county member, was amazed that they failed to sleep in company with their butcher's meat.
Pagina 165 - Mr. Barnacle dated from a better time, when the country was not so parsimonious, and the circumlocution office was not so badgered. He wound and wound folds of white cravat round his neck, as he wound and wound folds of tape and paper round the neck of the country.
Pagina 238 - Be guided, only by the healer of the sick, the raiser of the dead, the friend of all who were afflicted and forlorn, the patient Master who shed tears of compassion for our infirmities. We cannot but be right if we put all the rest away, and do everything in remembrance of Him.
Pagina 46 - IT was a Sunday evening in London, gloomy, close and stale. Maddening church bells of all degrees of dissonance, sharp and flat, cracked and clear, fast and slow, made the brick-and-mortar echoes hideous. Melancholy streets in a penitential garb of soot, steeped the souls of the people who were condemned to look at them out of windows, in dire despondency.