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Charles Dickens

The Old Curiosity Shop

  • babak haghighihar citeretfor 3 år siden
    But my present purpose is not to expatiate upon my walks. The story I am about to relate, and to which I shall recur at intervals, arose out of one of these rambles
  • babak haghighihar citeretfor 3 år siden
    'Who has sent you so far by yourself?' said I.

    'Someone who is very kind to me, sir.'

    'And what have you been doing?'

    who has...

  • babak haghighihar citeretfor 3 år siden
    looked up into my face.

    'Come,' said I, 'I'll take you there.'
  • Эля Китаеваhar citeretfor 4 år siden
    The glare and hurry of broad noon are not adapted to idle pursuits like mine; a glimpse of passing faces caught by the light of a street-lamp or a shop window is often better for my purpose than their full revelation in the daylight; and, if I must add the truth, night is kinder in this respect than day, which too often destroys an air-built castle at the moment of its completion, without the least ceremony or remorse.
  • b9260082732har citeretfor 4 år siden
    'Is it because thou know'st I love thee, and dost not like that I should seem to doubt it by my question
  • syringamhar citeretfor 5 år siden
    roam about fields
  • Билл(Bill)har citeretfor 5 år siden
    Again this quarter passed, they came upon a straggling neighbourhood, where the mean houses parcelled off in rooms, and windows patched with rags and paper, told of the populous poverty that sheltered there. The shops sold goods that only poverty could buy, and sellers and buyers were pinched and griped alike. Here were poor streets where faded gentility essayed with scanty space and shipwrecked means to make its last feeble stand, but tax–gatherer and creditor came there as elsewhere, and the poverty that yet faintly struggled was hardly less squalid and manifest than that which had long ago submitted and given up the game.
  • Билл(Bill)har citeretfor 5 år siden
    Kit walked about, now with quick steps and now with slow; now lingering as some rider slackened his horse's pace and looked about him; and now darting at full speed up a bye–street as he caught a glimpse of some distant horseman going lazily up the shady side of the road, and promising to stop, at every door. But on they all went, one after another, and there was not a penny stirring. 'I wonder,' thought the boy, 'if one of these gentlemen knew there was nothing in the cupboard at home, whether he'd stop on purpose, and make believe that he wanted to call somewhere, that I might earn a trifle?'
  • bhavyahar citeretfor 5 år siden
    night is kinder in this respect than day, which too often destroys an air-built castle at the moment of its completion, without the least ceremony or remorse.
  • Билл(Bill)har citeretfor 5 år siden
    your beer's down there by the fender
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