Works, Volum 10

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R. Worthington, 1884
 

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Pāgina 218 - You are always watching me, Floy. Let me watch you now ! " They would prop him up with cushions in a corner of his bed, and there he would recline the while she lay beside him ; bending forward oftentimes to kiss her, and whispering to those who were near that she was tired, and how she had sat up so many nights beside him. Thus the flush of the day, in its heat and light, would gradually decline ; and again the golden water would be dancing on the wall.
Pāgina 217 - ... 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...
Pāgina 8 - 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, and had sole reference to them : AD had...
Pāgina 221 - 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!
Pāgina 217 - When the sunbeams struck into his room through the rustling blinds, and quivered on the opposite wall like golden water, he knew that evening 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.
Pāgina 93 - ... impression of any image, the image of that son was there ; though not so much as an infant, or as a boy, but as a grown man — the " Son
Pāgina 379 - ... night, she should have been a skeleton, with dart and hour-glass, rather than a woman, this attendant ; for her touch was as the touch of Death. The painted object shrivelled underneath her hand ; the form collapsed, the hair dropped off, the arched dark eye-brows changed to scanty tufts of grey; the pale lips shrunk, the skin became cadaverous and loose ; an old, worn, yellow nodding woman, with red eyes, alone remained in Cleopatra's place, huddled up, like a slovenly bundle, in a greasy flannel...
Pāgina 141 - Blimber's cultivation. Every description of Greek and Latin vegetable was got off the driest twigs of boys, under the frostiest circumstances. Nature was of no consequence at all. No matter what a young gentleman was intended to bear, Dr. Blimber made him bear to pattern, somehow or other.
Pāgina 616 - And then, calling up some ghastly child, with stunted form, and wicked face, hold forth on its unnatural sinfulness, and lament its being, so early, far away from Heaven — but think a little of its having Ijeen conceived, and born and bred in Hell ! Those who study the physical sciences...
Pāgina 33 - 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.

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