The Works of Charles Dickens ...: Dombey and sonChapman & Hall, 1897 |
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Términos y frases comunes
arms asked Brighton brother Captain Cuttle Carker the Manager chair Chick child Cleopatra Cornelia cravat Cuttle's dinner Doctor Blimber Dombey and Son Dombey's door Edith eyes face father Feeder Florence gentleman glancing gone hand head heard heart honour hope inquired Jemima knew Lady Skettles little Paul looked Louisa Ma'am MacStinger Mama Master Bitherstone midshipman mind Miss Blimber Miss Dombey Miss Floy Miss Nipper Miss Tox morning mother never night observed occasion old Sol Papa parlour Paul's perhaps Pipchin Polly poor Princess's Place replied returned Richard Whittington Richards round seemed Sir Barnet Skettles sister sitting Skewton smile Solomon Gills Staggs's Gardens stairs stood street Susan Nipper tears tell there's thing thought Toodle took Toots Tox's turned Uncle Sol voice Wal'r walked Walter Gay Wickam window woman words young gentlemen
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Página 276 - The golden ripple on the wall came back again, and nothing else stirred in the room. The old, old fashion! The fashion that came in with our first garments, and will last unchanged until our race has run its course, and the wide firmament is rolled up like a scroll. The old, old fashion — Death ! . Oh thank GOD, all who see it, for that older fashion yet, of Immortality! And look upon us, angels of young children, with regards not quite estranged, when the swift river bears us to the ocean!
Página 271 - ... about the candle, and wait patiently for day. His only trouble was, the swift and rapid river. He felt forced, sometimes, to try to stop it, — to stem it with his childish hands, or choke its way with sand, — and when he saw it coming on, resistless, he cried out...
Página 275 - good-bye ! Walter dear, good-bye ! " — turning his head to where he stood, and putting out his hand again. "Where is Papa?" He felt his father's breath upon his cheek, before the words had parted from his lips. " Remember Walter, dear Papa," he whispered, looking in his face.
Página 198 - When poor Paul had spelt out number two, he found he had no idea of number one; fragments whereof afterwards obtruded themselves into number three, which slided into number four, which grafted itself on to number two. So that whether twenty Romuluses made a Remus, or hie hffic hoc was troy weight, or a verb always agreed with an ancient Briton, or three times four was Taurus a bull, were open questions with him. " Oh, Dombey, Dombey ! " said Miss Blimber,
Página 2 - Son,' in exactly the same tone as before. Those three words conveyed the one idea of Mr. Dombey's life. The earth was made for Dombey and Son to trade in, and the sun and moon were made to give them light. Rivers and seas were formed to float their ships; rainbows gave them promise of fair weather; winds blew for or against their enterprises; stars and planets circled in their orbits, to preserve inviolate a system of which they were the centre. Common abbreviations took new meanings in his eyes,...
Página 273 - The next time he observed the figure sitting at the bottom of the bed, he called to it. " Don't be so sorry for me, dear Papa ! Indeed I am quite happy...
Página 35 - Notwithstanding Mr. Toodle's great reliance on Polly, she was perhaps in point of artificial accomplishments very little his superior. But she was a good plain sample of a nature that is ever, in the mass, better, truer, higher, nobler, quicker to feel, and much more constant to retain, all tenderness and pity, self-denial and devotion, than the nature of men.
Página 271 - ... rising up into the morning sky, the town reviving, waking, starting into life once more, the river, glistening as it rolled (but rolling fast as ever), and the country bright with dew. Familiar sounds and cries came by degrees into the street below ; the servants in the house were roused and busy ; faces looked in at the door, and voices asked his attendants softly how he was. Paul always answered 1 1 am present. for himself: ' I am better. I am a great deal better, thank you ! Tell papa so...
Página 478 - who have never known what it is to have an honest heart, and love. Look at me, taught to scheme and plot when children play, and married in my youth — an old age of design — to one for whom I had no feeling but indifference. Look at me, whom he left a widow, dying before his inheritance descended to him — a judgment on you, well deserved ! — and tell me what has been my life for ten years since." "We have been making every effort to endeavour to secure to you a good establishment," rejoined...
Página 272 - "Where, dearest?" " There ! at the bottom of the bed." " There's nothing there, except papa ! " The figure lifted up its head, and rose, and coming to the bedside, said : "My own boy ! Don't you know me?