Dombey and Son

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Bradbury and Evans, 11, Bouverie Street., 1848 - 624 páginas
 

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Página 453 - Hear the magistrate or judge admonish the unnatural outcasts of society; unnatural in brutal habits, unnatural in want of decency, unnatural in losing and confounding all distinctions between good and evil; unnatural in ignorance, in vice, in recklessness, in contumacy, in mind, in looks, in everything. But follow the good clergyman or doctor, who, with his life imperilled at every breath he draws, goes down into their dens, lying within the echoes of our carriage wheels and daily tread upon the...
Página 70 - This celebrated Mrs. Pipchin was a marvellous ill-favoured, ill-conditioned old lady, of a stooping figure, with a mottled face, like bad marble, a hook nose, and a hard grey eye, that looked as if it might have been hammered at on an anvil without sustaining any injury.
Página 154 - This was the beginning of his always saying in the morning that he was a great deal better, and that they were to tell his father so. How many times the golden water danced upon the wall; how many nights the dark, dark river rolled towards the sea in spite of him; Paul never counted, never sought to know.
Página 153 - ... was coming on, and that the sky was red and beautiful. As the reflection died away, and a gloom went creeping up the wall, he watched it deepen, deepen, deepen into night. Then he thought how the long streets were dotted with lamps, and how the peaceful stars were shining overhead. His fancy had a strange tendency to wander to the river...
Página 151 - To and from the heart of this great change, all day and night, throbbing currents rushed and returned incessantly like its life's blood. Crowds of people and mountains of goods, departing and arriving scores upon scores of times in every four-and-twenty hours, produced a fermentation in the place that was always in action.
Página 155 - ... mother; for he could not remember whether they had told him, yes or no, the river running very fast, and confusing his mind. 'Floy, did I ever see mamma?' 'No, darling, why?' 'Did I ever see any kind face, like mamma's, looking at me when I was a baby, Floy?
Página 156 - I am glad to see it again. Don't go away, old nurse. Stay here!" His senses were all quickened, and he heard a name he knew. "Who was that, who said 'Walter?' " he asked, looking round. "Some one said Walter. Is he here? I should like to see him very much." Nobody replied directly; but his father soon said to Susan, "Call him back, then : let him come up...
Página 151 - ... formed towns within themselves, originating wholesome comforts and conveniences belonging to themselves, and never tried nor thought of until they sprung into existence. Bridges that had led to nothing, led to villas, gardens, churches, healthy public walks. The carcasses of houses, and beginnings of new thoroughfares, had started off upon the line at steam's own speed, and shot away into the country in a monster train.

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