... myself off to sleep, when I heerd the noise again,
distinct.’
’What sort of a noise?’ asked the cook.
’A kind of a busting noise,’ replied Mr. Giles, looking round him.
’More like the noise of ... expressive of the most
unmitigated horror.
’I tossed off the clothes,’ said Giles, throwing away the table-cloth, and
looking very hard at the cook and housemaid, ‘got softly out of...
... gravestones, but full of humble
mounds, covered with fresh turf and moss: beneath which, the old people of
the village lay at rest. Oliver often wandered here; and, thinking of the
wretched grave ... the parlour, without a word of
parley.
He looked anxiously round; not an article of furniture; not a vestige of
anything, animate or inanimate; not even the position of the cu...
... Oliver Twist
Charles Dickens
CHAPTER XXXVI
IS A VERY SHORT ONE, AND MAY APPEAR
OF NO GREAT IMPORTANCE IN ITS PLACE,
BUT IT SHOULD BE READ
NOTWITHSTANDING, ... me the honour of accompanying me as far as I go, on your road to
London. And at night, you urge me, with great mystery, to start before the
ladies are stirring; the consequence of which is, ... at this time of the yea...
... excessive disgust. ‘Here! Cut me off
a piece of that pie, one of you boys, to take the taste of that out of my mouth,
or it’ll choke me dead.’
’Don’t be out of temper, my dear,’ urged Fagin, ... great-coat, by
way of dressing-gown, and displaying a set of features in no degree
improved by the cadaverous hue of illness, and the addition of a soiled
nightcap, and a stiff...
...
inspiration. The wondrous shock of feeling had come like the earthquake
which shook the foundations of Paul and Silas's prison; it had opened the
doors of the soul's cell and loosed ... situated in the midst of scenery
whose green hedges and large fields and low pastoral hills (how mild of
feature and verdant of hue compared with the stern North-Midland moors of...
... a stout leg of the necessary ligature. This
preparation for bonds, and the additional ignominy it inferred, took a little of
the excitement out of me.
"Don't take them off," ... festoons and
falls of similar drapery; the carpet was red; the table at the foot of the bed
was covered with a crimson cloth; the walls were a soft fawn colour with a
blush of pink in...
... thought, equally attractive. She boasted of
beautiful paintings of landscapes and flowers by them executed; of songs
they could sing and pieces they could play, of purses they could net, of
French ...
addressed to me every now and then a word of unwonted kindness. This
state of things should have been to me a paradise of peace, accustomed as I
was to a life of ceaseles...
... bewailing the loss of her cloak (which
the undertaker had taken off), to pay him any attention; so they threw a can
of cold water over him; and when he came to, saw him safely out of the
churchyard, ... paces off, to warm
himself; for nobody did he see but a big charity-boy, sitting on a post in
front of the house, eating a slice of bread and butter: which he cut into
wedges, t...
... pencilling of long lashes round,
relieved the whiteness of her large front; on each of her temples her hair, of
a very dark brown, was clustered in round curls, according to the fashion of
those ... present. I wonder what sort of a girl she is whether good or
naughty."
Soon after five p.m. we had another meal, consisting of a small mug of
coffee, and half-a-slice o...
... among the readers I observed my acquaintance of the
verandah: at the commencement of the lesson, her place had been at the top
of the class, but for some error of pronunciation, or some inattention ... and the
trace of a tear glistened on her thin cheek.
The play-hour in the evening I thought the pleasantest fraction of the day at
Lowood: the bit of bread, the draught of c...