PAGE-84 There was the hotel with its gateway, and its savoury smell of cooking; there was the cafe with its bright windows, and its rattling of dominoes; there was the dyer’s with its strips of … Continue reading "Little Dorrit by Charles Dickens. PAGE-84,85"
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PAGE-82 ‘Understand me! I don’t say,’ he replied in his steady, planning way, and looking into the distance before him as if his grey eye were measuring it, ‘that it’s recompense for a man’s toil … Continue reading "Little Dorrit by Charles Dickens. PAGE 82, 83"
Full TextPAGE-104 ‘One more remark,’ proceeded Flora with unslackened volubility, ‘I wish to make, one more explanation I wish to offer, for five days I had a cold in the head from crying which I passed … Continue reading "Little Dorrit by Charles Dickens. PAGE 104,105"
Full TextPAGE-102 ‘You mustn’t think of going yet,’ said Flora–Arthur had looked at his hat, being in a ludicrous dismay, and not knowing what to do: ‘you could never be so unkind as to think of … Continue reading "Little Dorrit by Charles Dickens. PAGE 102,103"
Full TextPAGE-100 If he should ask for Pancks, will you be so good as to say that Pancks is come in?’ And so, with a snort and a puff, he worked out by another door. Now, … Continue reading "Little Dorrit by Charles Dickens. PAGE 100,101"
Full TextVarious old ladies in the neighbourhood spoke of him as The Last of the Patriarchs. So grey, so slow, so quiet, so impassionate, so very bumpy in the head, Patriarch was the word for him. … Continue reading "Little Dorrit by Charles Dickens. PAGE-98,99"
Full TextPAGE-96 There was the girls and their mothers a working at their sewing, or their shoe-binding, or their trimming, or their waistcoat making, day and night and night and day, and not more than able … Continue reading "Little Dorrit by Charles Dickens. PAGE-96, 97"
Full TextPAGE-92 But he was obliged to answer No; and he saw a shade of disappointment on her face, as she checked a sigh, and looked at the low fire. Then he saw, also, that Mrs … Continue reading "Little Dorrit by Charles Dickens. PAGE-92, 93"
Full TextPAGE-94 Plornish repeated, employ Miss Dorrit; and Mrs Plornish having come to an end, feigned to bite the fingers of the little hand as she kissed it. ‘The landlord of the Yard,’ said Arthur Clennam, … Continue reading "Little Dorrit by Charles Dickens. PAGE-94,95"
Full TextPAGE-90 But he had paid madame his little note at it over night, and wanted to see nobody– wanted nothing but to get on his shoes and his knapsack, open the door, and run away. … Continue reading "Little Dorrit by Charles Dickens. PAGE-90, 91"
Full TextPAGE -88 Not the name you used to call me–don’t use that–Lagnier, say Lagnier!’ John Baptist, staring at him with eyes opened to their utmost width, made a number of those national, backhanded shakes of … Continue reading "Little Dorrit by Charles Dickens. PAGE-88,89."
Full TextPAGE 86 Leaving all that aside, gentlemen, it was because the man was acquitted on his trial that people said at Marseilles that the devil was let loose. That was how the phrase began to … Continue reading "Little Dorrit by Charles Dickens. PAGE 86, 87"
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