The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick ClubLothrop, 1883 - 807 páginas |
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Página 297 - You were in the passage and yet saw nothing of what was going forward. Have you a pair of eyes, Mr. Weller?" "Yes, I have a pair of eyes," replied Sam, "and that's just it. If they wos a pair o' patent double million magnifyin...
Página 277 - No it don't,' replied Sam, reading on very quickly, to avoid contesting the point: ' "Except of me Mary my dear as your walentine and think over what I've said. — My dear Mary I will now conclude." That's all,' said Sam. 'That's rather a sudden pull up, ain't it, Sammy?' inquired Mr Weller. 'Not a bit on it,' said Sam; 'she'll vish there wos more, and that's the great art o
Página 288 - Mr. Bardell was a man of his word, Mr. Bardell was no deceiver, Mr. Bardell was once a single gentleman himself; to single gentlemen I look for protection, for assistance, for comfort, and for consolation ; in single gentlemen I shall perpetually see something to remind me of what Mr.
Página 38 - Whole ages have fled and their works decayed, And nations have scattered been ; But the stout old Ivy shall never fade, From its hale and hearty green. The brave old plant in its lonely days, Shall fatten upon the past : For the stateliest building man can raise, Is the Ivy's food at last. Creeping on, where time has been, A rare old plant is the Ivy green.
Página 289 - And now, gentlemen, but one word more. Two letters have passed between these parties, letters which are admitted to be in the handwriting of the defendant, and which speak volumes indeed. These letters, too, bespeak the character of the man. They are not open, fervent, eloquent epistles, breathing nothing but the language of affectionate attachment. They are covert, sly, underhanded communications, but, fortunately, far more conclusive than if couched in the most glowing language and the most poetic...
Página 249 - Yes, yes," replied Mr. Winkle, with a ghastly smile. " I'm coming." "Just a goin' to begin," said Sam, endeavoring to disengage himself. " Now, sir, start off ! " " Stop an instant, Sam," gasped Mr. Winkle, clinging most affectionately to Mr. Weller.- " I find I've got a couple of coats at home that I don't want, Sam. You may have them, Sam.
Página 88 - Your little boy is a very long time gone.' ' Why it's a good long way to the Borough, sir," remonstrated Mrs Bardell. 'Ah,' said Mr Pickwick, 'very true; so it is." Mr Pickwick relapsed into silence, and Mrs Bardell resumed her dusting. 'Mrs Bardell,' said Mr Pickwick, at the expiration of a few minutes.
Página 290 - But enough of this, gentlemen," said Mr. Serjeant Buzfuz, "it is difficult to smile with an aching heart; it is ill jesting when our deepest sympathies are awakened. My client's hopes and prospects are ruined, and it is no figure of speech to say that her occupation is gone indeed. The bill is down— but there is no tenant. Eligible single gentlemen pass and repass— but there is no invitation for them to inquire within or without. All is gloom and silence in the house; even the voice of the child...
Página 89 - I do," said Mr. Pickwick, growing energetic, as was his wont in speaking of a subject which interested him, " I do, indeed ; and to tell you the truth, Mrs. Bardell, I have made up my mind.
Página 278 - I never know'da respectable coachman as wrote poetry, 'cept one, as made an affectin' copy o' werses the night afore he wos hung for a highway robbery ; and he wos only a Cambervell man, so even that's no rule.