The posthumous papers of the Pickwick clubChapman and Hall, 193, Piccadilly, 1850 - 609 psl. |
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ain't appeared Arabella Bardell Ben Allen Benjamin Allen Bob Sawyer chair cheerful Cluppins coach coat countenance cried dear sir Dodson and Fogg door Dowler Eatanswill Esquire exclaimed eyes face fat boy father feelings fellow gentle glass goblin Grummer hand head hear heard heerd honour horse hostler inquired Jingle Jinks Job Trotter knock laughed legs Lobbs looked Lowten ma'am Magnus matter ment mind morning never night nodded Nupkins old gentleman old lady once Pell Perker Pick Pickwick PICKWICK CLUB pocket Pott Raddle rejoined replied replied Sam Roker round Sam Weller Samivel Sammy Samuel Pickwick Samuel Weller Serjeant Buzfuz Smangle smile Snodgrass stairs Stiggins stopped stranger there's thing thought tion took Tupman turned uncle vith voice walked Wardle wery What's whispered wick window Winkle words young lady
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242 psl. - ... of the reel, at the very moment when Mr Bob Sawyer was performing a flourish of unparalleled beauty. Mr Winkle struck wildly against him, and with a loud crash they both fell heavily down. Mr Pickwick ran to the spot. Bob Sawyer had risen to his feet, but Mr Winkle was far too wise to do anything of the kind, in skates. He was seated on the ice, making spasmodic efforts to smile; but anguish was depicted on every lineament of his countenance. 'Are you hurt?' inquired Mr Benjamin Allen, with great...
241 psl. - All this time, Mr Winkle, with his face and hands blue with the cold, had been forcing a gimlet into the soles of his feet, and putting his skates on, with the points behind, and getting the straps into a very complicated and entangled state, with the assistance of Mr Snodgrass, who knew rather less about skates than a Hindoo.
32 psl. - On the left of the spectator lay the ruined wall, broken in many places, and in some, overhanging the narrow beach below in rude and heavy masses. Huge knots of sea-weed hung upon the jagged and pointed stones, trembling in every breath of wind ; and the green ivy clung mournfully round the dark and ruined battlements.
278 psl. - Mr. Bardell was a man of his word, Mr. Bardell was no deceiver, Mr. Bardell was once a single gentleman himself; to single gentlemen I look for protection, for assistance, for comfort, and for consolation ; in single gentlemen I shall perpetually see something to remind me of what Mr.
88 psl. - His landlady, Mrs. Bardell — the relict and sole executrix of a deceased custom-house officer — was a comely woman of bustling manners and agreeable appearance, with a natural genius for cooking, improved by study and long practice into an exquisite talent.
285 psl. - 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.
89 psl. - That's very true,' said Mr. Pickwick, 'but the person I have in my eye (here he looked very hard at Mrs. Bardell) I think possesses these qualities; and has, moreover, a considerable knowledge of the world, and a great deal of sharpness, Mrs. Bardell, which may be of material use to me.' 'La, Mr. Pickwick,
267 psl. - Tain't in poetry, is it?' interposed the father. ' No, no,' replied Sam. 'Werry glad to hear it,' said Mr. Weller. 'Poetry's unnat'ral ; no man ever talked in poetry 'cept a beadle on boxin...
267 psl. - Sam dipped his pen into the ink to be ready for any corrections, and began with a very theatrical air : "'Lovely '" " Stop," said Mr Weller, ringing the bell. " A double glass o' the inwariable, my dear." " Very well, sir," replied the girl ; who with great quickness appeared, vanished, returned, and disappeared.
267 psl. - 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.