The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club

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Methuen & Company, 1837 - 755 pāgines
 

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Pāgina 449 - Gentlemen, what does this mean ? Chops and Tomato sauce. Yours, Pickwick ! Chops ! Gracious heavens ! and Tomato 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 tomorrow. Slow coach.' And then follows this very remarkable expression. ' Don't trouble yourself about the warming-pan.
Pāgina 431 - Mary my dear) altho it does finish a portrait and put the frame and glass on complete with a hook at the end to hang it up by and all in two minutes and a quarter.
Pāgina 447 - Mrs. Bardell's opinions of the opposite sex, gentlemen, were derived from a long contemplation of the inestimable qualities of her lost husband. She had no fear, she had no distrust, she had no suspicion, all was confidence and reliance. ' Mr. Bardell,' said the widow ;
Pāgina 71 - Whole ages have fled and their works decayed, And nations have scattered been; But the stout old Ivy shall never fade, From its hale and hearty green. The brave old plant in its lonely days, Shall fatten upon the past; For the stateliest building man can raise, Is the Ivy's food at last. Creeping on where time has been, A rare old plant is the Ivy green.
Pāgina 71 - The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed, To pleasure his dainty whim: And the mouldering dust that years have made, Is a merry meal for him. Creeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the Ivy green.
Pāgina 7 - THAT punctual servant of all work, the sun, had just risen, and begun to strike a light on the morning of the thirteenth of May, one thousand eight hundred and twenty-seven, when Mr. Samuel Pickwick burst like another sun from his slumbers, threw open his chamber window, and looked out upon the world beneath.
Pāgina 447 - 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.
Pāgina 431 - 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.

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