The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club, Volumen2Macmillan and Company, 1886 |
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Página 114 - Here a voice in the gallery exclaimed aloud, " Quite right too, Samivel; quite right. Put it down a we, my Lord, put it down a we." " Who is that, that dares to address the Court ? " said the little Judge, looking up, " Usher." "Yes, my Lord." " Bring that person here instantly." " Yes, my Lord.
Página 15 - skait, Mr. Winkle," said Arabella. " I like to see it so much." "Oh, it is so graceful," said another young lady. A third young lady said it was elegant, and a fourth expressed her opinion that it was "swan-like." " I should be very happy, I'm sure," said Mr. Winkle, reddening;
Página 74 - Circumwented, p'raps," suggested Mr. Weller. "No it ain't that," said Sam, " circumscribed, that's it." " That ain't as good a word as circumwented, Sammy," said Mr. Weller gravely. " Think not? " said Sam. "Nothin ' like it," replied his father. " But don't you think it means more ? " inquired Sam. " Vell p'raps it is a more tenderer word,
Página 53 - You consider Mr. Slasher a good operator ? " said Mr. Pickwick. "Best alive," replied Hopkins. "Took a boy's leg out of the socket last week—boy ate five apples and a gingerbread cake—exactly two minutes after it was all over—boy said he wouldn't lie there to be made game of
Página 414 - o' the ghosts), did you ?" demanded Sam. "No," replied Bob Sawyer. "I don't think I ever did." " Never know'da churchyard vere there wos a postboy's tombstone, or see a dead postboy, did you ? " enquired Sam pursuing his catechism. " No !" rejoined Sam, triumphantly. " Nor never vill; and there's another thing that no man never see, and that's
Página 73 - Go on." " Feel myself ashamed, and completely cir— I forget wot this here word is," said Sam, scratching his head with the pen, in vain attempts to remember. " Why don't you look at it, then ? " inquired Mr. Weller.
Página 421 - From the pen of my critic, Sir," rejoined Pott with dignity. "An abstruse subject I should conceive/' said Mr, Pickwick. " Very, Sir," responded Pott, looking intensely sage. " He crammed for it, to use a technical but expressive term; he read up for the subject, at my desire, in the Encyclopedia
Página 69 - Wery good, my dear," replied Sam. " Let me have nine penn'orth o' brandy and water luke, and the inkstand, will you, miss ? " The brandy and water luke and the inkstand having been carried into the little parlour, and the young lady having carefully flattened down the coals to prevent their
Página 439 - said Sam, venturing to offer a little homely consolation after the lapse of three or four minutes, consumed by the old gentleman in slowly shaking his head from side to side, and solemnly smoking ; " vell, gov'ner, ve must all come to it, one day or another." " So we must, Sammy,
Página 401 - the volumes of dense smoke issuing heavily forth from high toppling chimneys, blackening and obscuring everything around; the glare of distant lights, the ponderous waggons which toiled along the road, laden with clashing rods of iron, or piled with heavy goods—all betokened their rapid approach to the great working town of Birmingham. THE