The Novels: With Dickens and Thackeray in LondonC. Scribner's sons, 1915 |
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... PICKWICK FIRST MET SAM WELLER . II . IN LANT STREET , WHERE BOB SAWYER HAD HIS LODGINGS , AND ONE OF HIS HAUNTS ... PICK- WICK PAPERS " . IV . THE GEORGE AND VULTURE , MR . PICK- PAGE 7 • 25 43 WICK'S HEADQUARTERS WHEN HE STOPPED IN ...
... PICKWICK FIRST MET SAM WELLER . II . IN LANT STREET , WHERE BOB SAWYER HAD HIS LODGINGS , AND ONE OF HIS HAUNTS ... PICK- WICK PAPERS " . IV . THE GEORGE AND VULTURE , MR . PICK- PAGE 7 • 25 43 WICK'S HEADQUARTERS WHEN HE STOPPED IN ...
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... ven he tied the men up . Sorry to keep you a - waitin ' , Sir , but I'll attend to you directly . ' " Saying which , the man in the white hat 7 CHAPTER CONTENTS IN DICKENS'S LONDON "GEORGE INN," WHERE MR PICKWICK FIRST MET SAM WELLER.
... ven he tied the men up . Sorry to keep you a - waitin ' , Sir , but I'll attend to you directly . ' " Saying which , the man in the white hat 7 CHAPTER CONTENTS IN DICKENS'S LONDON "GEORGE INN," WHERE MR PICKWICK FIRST MET SAM WELLER.
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... Pickwick . " " There are in London , " he says , " several old inns , once the headquarters of Celebrated Coaches in the days when coaches performed their jour- neys in a graver and more solemn manner than they do in these times ...
... Pickwick . " " There are in London , " he says , " several old inns , once the headquarters of Celebrated Coaches in the days when coaches performed their jour- neys in a graver and more solemn manner than they do in these times ...
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... Pickwick Papers ' were written , so men who knew him have told me . You see , he lived not very far from here when he was a boy - over in Lant Street , near Guy's , and this old courtyard was one of his favourite resorts . That was his ...
... Pickwick Papers ' were written , so men who knew him have told me . You see , he lived not very far from here when he was a boy - over in Lant Street , near Guy's , and this old courtyard was one of his favourite resorts . That was his ...
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... Pickwick ' with you , ' she said , my coffee finished , " you'd find that nothing has been changed in the bedroom . " This came with a sort of reproof . Not to put a copy of " Pickwick " in one's pocket when visit- ing the " George ...
... Pickwick ' with you , ' she said , my coffee finished , " you'd find that nothing has been changed in the bedroom . " This came with a sort of reproof . Not to put a copy of " Pickwick " in one's pocket when visit- ing the " George ...
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Page 299 - I received one morning a message from poor Goldsmith that he was in great distress, and as it was not in his power to come to me, begging that I would come to him as soon as possible. I sent him a guinea, and promised to come to him directly.
Page 140 - IN these times of ours, though concerning the exact year there is no need to be precise, a boat of dirty and disreputable appearance, with two figures in it, floated on the Thames, between Southwark Bridge, which is of iron, and London Bridge, which is of stone, as an autumn evening was closing in.
Page 209 - I have been young, and now am old ; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread.
Page 262 - His wit is bright, his humour attractive, but both bear the same relation to his serious genius that the mere lambent sheet-lightning playing under the edge of the summer cloud does to the electric death-spark hid in its womb.
Page 299 - ... which he might be extricated. He then told me that he had a novel ready for the press, which he produced to me. I looked into it, and saw its merit ; told the landlady I should soon return, and having gone to a bookseller, sold it for sixty pounds. I brought Goldsmith the money, and he discharged his rent, not without rating his landlady in a high tone for having used him so ill.
Page 129 - ... supposed to be incarcerated behind an iron-plated door, closing up a second prison, consisting of a strong cell or two, and a blind alley some yard and a half wide, which formed the mysterious termination of the very limited skittle-ground in which the Marshalsea debtors bowled down their troubles.
Page 261 - Throw them down," he said, and she dropped them. He tore the diamond ornament out of her breast and flung it at Lord Steyne. It cut him on his bald forehead. Steyne wore the scar to his dying day. "Come upstairs," Rawdon said to his wife. "Don't kill me, Rawdon," she said. He laughed savagely. — "I want to see if that man lies about the money as he has about me. Has he given you any?" "No," said Rebecca, "that is " "Give me your keys," Rawdon answered, and they went out together.
Page 284 - I'm not sorry that my son should see, for once in his life, to what shame and degradation and dishonour, drunkenness and whiskey may bring a man. Never mind the change, sir ! — Curse the change ! " says the Colonel, facing the amazed waiter. " Keep it till you see me in this place again ; which will be never — by George, never...
Page 258 - He was in the ball dress in which he had been captured the night before. He went silently up the stairs, leaning against the banisters at the stairhead. Nobody was stirring in the house besides: all the servants had been sent away. Rawdon heard laughter within — laughter and singing. Becky was singing a snatch of the song of the night before; a hoarse voice shouted "Brava! Brava!
Page 321 - Sir Roger de Coverley walking in the Temple Garden, and discoursing with Mr. Spectator about the beauties in hoops and patches who are sauntering over the grass, is just as lively a figure to me as old Samuel Johnson rolling through the fog with the Scotch gentleman at his heels on their way to Dr. Goldsmith's chambers in Brick Court ; or Harry Fielding, with inked ruffles and a wet towel round his head, dashing off articles at midnight for the Covent Garden Journal, while the printer's boy is asleep...