The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick ClubJ. Van Amringe, 1840 - 609 páginas |
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Página 357 - Why is Mrs. Bardell so earnestly entreated not to agitate herself about this warming-pan, unless (as is no doubt the case) it is a mere cover for hidden fire — a mere substitute for some endearing word or promise, agreeably to a preconcerted system of correspondence, artfully contrived by Pickwick with a view to his contemplated desertion, and which I am not in a condition to explain?
Página 358 - Tomato sauce and warmingpans — Pickwick still rears his head with unblushing effrontery, and gazes without a sigh on the ruin he has made. Damages, gentlemen — heavy damages — is the only punishment with which you can visit him; the only recompense you can award to my client. And for those damages she now appeals to an enlightened, a high-minded, a right-feeling, a conscientious, a dispassionate, a sympathizing, a contemplative jury of her civilized countrymen." With this beautiful peroration,...
Página 342 - Sammy," said Mr Weller, dubiously. " 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 rayther 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 357 - Gentlemen, what does this mean? Chops and Tomata sauce. Yours, Pickwick! Chops! Gracious heavens! and Tomata sauce! Gentlemen, is the happiness of a sensitive and confiding female to be trifled away by such shallow artifices as these? The next has no date whatever, which is in itself suspicious. "Dear Mrs. B., I shall not be at home till to-morrow. Slow coach." And then follows this very remarkable expression. "Don't trouble yourself about the warming-pan.
Página 365 - Oh, quite enough to get, sir, -as the soldier said ven they ordered him three hundred and fifty lashes," replied Sam. " You must not tell us what the soldier, or any other man, said, sir," interposed the judge,
Página 122 - But suppose there are two mobs ?' suggested Mr. Snodgrass. " ' Shout with the largest,
Página 355 - Before the bill had been in the parlour window three days — three days, gentlemen — a Being, erect upon two legs, and bearing all the outward semblance of a man, and not of a monster, knocked at the door of Mrs. Bardell's house. He inquired within ; he took the lodgings ; and on the very next day he entered into possession of them. This man was Pickwick — Pickwick the defendant.
Página 311 - With an accuracy which no degree of dexterity or practice could have ensured, that unfortunate gentleman bore swiftly down into the centre of the reel, at the very moment when Mr. Bob Sawyer was performing a flourish of unparalleled beauty. Mr. Winkle struck wildly against him, and with a loud crash they both fell heavily down. Mr. Pickwick ran to the spot. Bob Sawyer had risen to his feet, but Mr. Winkle was far too wise to do anything of the kind in skates. He was seated on the ice, making spasmodic...
Página 2 - Pickwick" burst from his followers, that illustrious man slowly mounted into the Windsor chair, on which he had been previously seated, and addressed the club himself had founded. What a study for an artist did that exciting scene present! The eloquent Pickwick, with one hand gracefully concealed behind his coat tails, and the other waving in air, to assist his glowing declamation ; his elevated position revealing those tights and gaiters, which, had they clothed an ordinary man, might have passed...
Página 355 - 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 then I shall perpetually see something to remind me of what Mr.