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Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 320 | “Well, it is a honour that is!” said Charley, a little consoled.
“He shall have all he wants,” continued the Jew. “He shall be kept in the Stone Jug, Charley, like a gentleman. Like a gentleman! With his beer every day, and money in his pocket to pitch and toss with, if he can’t spend it.”
“No, shall he though?” cried ... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 321 | “Then why don’t you send this new cove?” asked Master Bates, laying his hand on Noah’s arm. “Nobody knows him.”
“Why, if he didn’t mind—” observed Fagin.
“Mind!” interposed Charley. “What should he have to mind?”
“Really nothing, my dear,” said Fagin, turning to Mr. Bolter, “really nothing.”
“Oh, I dare say about that,... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 322 | These arrangements completed, he was informed of the necessary signs and tokens by which to recognise the Artful Dodger, and was conveyed by Master Bates through dark and winding ways to within a very short distance of Bow Street. Having described the precise situation of the office, and accompanied it with copious dir... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 323 | Noah looked eagerly about him for the Dodger; but although there were several women who would have done very well for that distinguished character’s mother or sister, and more than one man who might be supposed to bear a strong resemblance to his father, nobody at all answering the description given him of Mr. Dawkins ... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 324 | “He ought to have been, a many times,” replied the jailer. “He has been pretty well everywhere else. I know him well, your worship.”
“Oh! you know me, do you?” cried the Artful, making a note of the statement. “Wery good. That’s a case of deformation of character, any way.”
Here there was another laugh, and another cry... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 325 | “There! He’s fully committed!” interposed the clerk. “Take him away.”
“Come on,” said the jailer.
“Oh ah! I’ll come on,” replied the Dodger, brushing his hat with the palm of his hand. “Ah! (to the Bench) it’s no use your looking frightened; I won’t show you no mercy, not a ha’porth of it. You’ll pay for this, my fine ... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 326 | But, these were the mere wanderings of a mind unable wholly to detach itself from old companions and associations, though enabled to fix itself steadily on one object, and resolved not to be turned aside by any consideration. Her fears for Sikes would have been more powerful inducements to recoil while there was yet ti... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 327 | “Ha! ha! ha!” laughed Fagin, as if he were relieved by even this concession. “You’re like yourself tonight, Bill. Quite like yourself.”
“I don’t feel like myself when you lay that withered old claw on my shoulder, so take it away,” said Sikes, casting off the Jew’s hand.
“It make you nervous, Bill,—reminds you of being... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 328 | “No!” said Sikes.
“Tell him to let me go, Fagin. He had better. It’ll be better for him. Do you hear me?” cried Nancy stamping her foot upon the ground.
“Hear you!” repeated Sikes turning round in his chair to confront her. “Aye! And if I hear you for half a minute longer, the dog shall have such a grip on your throat ... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 329 | “Like enough.”
“I’ll let her a little blood, without troubling the doctor, if she’s took that way again,” said Sikes.
Fagin nodded an expressive approval of this mode of treatment.
“She was hanging about me all day, and night too, when I was stretched on my back; and you, like a blackhearted wolf as you are, kept yours... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 330 | “I know you well,” replied the girl, without manifesting the least emotion. “Good-night.”
She shrank back, as Fagin offered to lay his hand on hers, but said good-night again, in a steady voice, and, answering his parting look with a nod of intelligence, closed the door between them.
Fagin walked towards his home, inte... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 331 | But perhaps she would recoil from a plot to take the life of Sikes, and that was one of the chief ends to be attained. “How,” thought Fagin, as he crept homeward, “can I increase my influence with her? What new power can I acquire?”
Such brains are fertile in expedients. If, without extracting a confession from herself... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 332 | “You did well yesterday, my dear,” said Fagin. “Beautiful! Six shillings and ninepence halfpenny on the very first day! The kinchin lay will be a fortune to you.”
“Don’t you forget to add three pint-pots and a milk-can,” said Mr. Bolter.
“No, no, my dear. The pint-pots were great strokes of genius: but the milk-can was... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 333 | “I see,” said Noah. “Just to have the pleasure of knowing them, if they’re respectable people, eh? Ha! ha! ha! I’m your man.”
“I knew you would be,” cried Fagin, elated by the success of his proposal.
“Of course, of course,” replied Noah. “Where is she? Where am I to wait for her? Where am I to go?”
“All that, my dear,... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 334 | “I see her now,” cried the spy.
“Plainly?”
“I should know her among a thousand.”
He hastily descended, as the room-door opened, and the girl came out. Fagin drew him behind a small partition which was curtained off, and they held their breaths as she passed within a few feet of their place of concealment, and emerged b... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 335 | It was a very dark night. The day had been unfavourable, and at that hour and place there were few people stirring. Such as there were, hurried quickly past: very possibly without seeing, but certainly without noticing, either the woman, or the man who kept her in view. Their appearance was not calculated to attract th... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 336 | “Not here,” said Nancy hurriedly, “I am afraid to speak to you here. Come away—out of the public road—down the steps yonder!”
As she uttered these words, and indicated, with her hand, the direction in which she wished them to proceed, the countryman looked round, and roughly asking what they took up the whole pavement ... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 337 | “To humour me!” cried the voice of the girl whom he had followed. “You’re considerate, indeed, sir. To humour me! Well, well, it’s no matter.”
“Why, for what,” said the gentleman in a kinder tone, “for what purpose can you have brought us to this strange place? Why not have let me speak to you, above there, where it is... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 338 | “Ah!” said the gentleman. “A Turk turns his face, after washing it well, to the East, when he says his prayers; these good people, after giving their faces such a rub against the World as to take the smiles off, turn with no less regularity, to the darkest side of Heaven. Between the Mussulman and the Pharisee, commend... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 339 | “You will not?” said the gentleman, who seemed fully prepared for this answer.
“Never!” returned the girl.
“Tell me why?”
“For one reason,” rejoined the girl firmly, “for one reason, that the lady knows and will stand by me in, I know she will, for I have her promise: and for this other reason, besides, that, bad life ... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 340 | “He is tall,” said the girl, “and a strongly made man, but not stout; he has a lurking walk; and as he walks, constantly looks over his shoulder, first on one side, and then on the other. Don’t forget that, for his eyes are sunk in his head so much deeper than any other man’s, that you might almost tell him by that alo... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 341 | “Nothing, sir,” rejoined the girl, weeping. “You can do nothing to help me. I am past all hope, indeed.”
“You put yourself beyond its pale,” said the gentleman. “The past has been a dreary waste with you, of youthful energies mis-spent, and such priceless treasures lavished, as the Creator bestows but once and never gr... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 342 | “It is useless,” said the gentleman, with a sigh. “We compromise her safety, perhaps, by staying here. We may have detained her longer than she expected already.”
“Yes, yes,” urged the girl. “You have.”
“What,” cried the young lady, “can be the end of this poor creature’s life!”
“What!” repeated the girl. “Look before ... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 343 | Peeping out, more than once, when he reached the top, to make sure that he was unobserved, Noah Claypole darted away at his utmost speed, and made for the Jew’s house as fast as his legs would carry him.
It was nearly two hours before day-break; that time which in the autumn of the year, may be truly called the dead of... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 344 | The bell rang gently as he spoke. He crept upstairs to the door, and presently returned accompanied by a man muffled to the chin, who carried a bundle under one arm. Sitting down and throwing back his outer coat, the man displayed the burly frame of Sikes.
“There!” he said, laying the bundle on the table. “Take care of... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 345 | “Suppose that lad that’s laying there—” Fagin began.
Sikes turned round to where Noah was sleeping, as if he had not previously observed him. “Well!” he said, resuming his former position.
“Suppose that lad,” pursued Fagin, “was to peach—to blow upon us all—first seeking out the right folks for the purpose, and then ha... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 346 | “Bolter, Bolter! Poor lad!” said Fagin, looking up with an expression of devilish anticipation, and speaking slowly and with marked emphasis. “He’s tired—tired with watching for her so long,—watching for her, Bill.”
“Wot d’ye mean?” asked Sikes, drawing back.
Fagin made no answer, but bending over the sleeper again, ha... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 347 | “Hell’s fire!” cried Sikes, breaking fiercely from the Jew. “Let me go!”
Flinging the old man from him, he rushed from the room, and darted, wildly and furiously, up the stairs.
“Bill, Bill!” cried Fagin, following him hastily. “A word. Only a word.”
The word would not have been exchanged, but that the housebreaker was... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 348 | “Let it be,” said Sikes, thrusting his hand before her. “There’s enough light for wot I’ve got to do.”
“Bill,” said the girl, in the low voice of alarm, “why do you look like that at me!”
The robber sat regarding her, for a few seconds, with dilated nostrils and heaving breast; and then, grasping her by the head and th... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 349 | The housebreaker freed one arm, and grasped his pistol. The certainty of immediate detection if he fired, flashed across his mind even in the midst of his fury; and he beat it twice with all the force he could summon, upon the upturned face that almost touched his own.
She staggered and fell: nearly blinded with the bl... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 350 | He struck a light, kindled a fire, and thrust the club into it. There was hair upon the end, which blazed and shrunk into a light cinder, and, caught by the air, whirled up the chimney. Even that frightened him, sturdy as he was; but he held the weapon till it broke, and then piled it on the coals to burn away, and smo... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 351 | Where could he go, that was near and not too public, to get some meat and drink? Hendon. That was a good place, not far off, and out of most people’s way. Thither he directed his steps,—running sometimes, and sometimes, with a strange perversity, loitering at a snail’s pace, or stopping altogether and idly breaking the... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 352 | There was nothing to attract attention, or excite alarm in this. The robber, after paying his reckoning, sat silent and unnoticed in his corner, and had almost dropped asleep, when he was half wakened by the noisy entrance of a new comer.
This was an antic fellow, half pedlar and half mountebank, who travelled about th... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 353 | “Hah!” cried Sikes starting up. “Give that back.”
“I’ll take it clean out, sir,” replied the man, winking to the company, “before you can come across the room to get it. Gentlemen all, observe the dark stain upon this gentleman’s hat, no wider than a shilling, but thicker than a half-crown. Whether it is a wine-stain, ... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 354 | “Coming!” cried the office keeper, running out.
“Coming,” growled the guard. “Ah, and so’s the young ’ooman of property that’s going to take a fancy to me, but I don’t know when. Here, give hold. All ri—ight!”
The horn sounded a few cheerful notes, and the coach was gone.
Sikes remained standing in the street, apparent... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 355 | For now, a vision came before him, as constant and more terrible than that from which he had escaped. Those widely staring eyes, so lustreless and so glassy, that he had better borne to see them than think upon them, appeared in the midst of the darkness: light in themselves, but giving light to nothing. There were but... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 356 | He came upon the spot. There were half-dressed figures tearing to and fro, some endeavouring to drag the frightened horses from the stables, others driving the cattle from the yard and out-houses, and others coming laden from the burning pile, amidst a shower of falling sparks, and the tumbling down of red-hot beams. T... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 357 | Suddenly, he took the desperate resolution to going back to London.
“There’s somebody to speak to there, at all event,” he thought. “A good hiding-place, too. They’ll never expect to nab me there, after this country scent. Why can’t I lie by for a week or so, and, forcing blunt from Fagin, get abroad to France? Damme, ... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 358 | They walked in the same manner up the stairs without speaking, and Mr. Brownlow, preceding them, led the way into a back-room. At the door of this apartment, Monks, who had ascended with evident reluctance, stopped. The two men looked at the old gentleman as if for instructions.
“He knows the alternative,” said Mr. Bro... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 359 | Monks muttered some unintelligible words, but wavered still.
“You will be prompt,” said Mr. Brownlow. “A word from me, and the alternative has gone for ever.”
Still the man hesitated.
“I have not the inclination to parley,” said Mr. Brownlow, “and, as I advocate the dearest interests of others, I have not the right.”
“... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 360 | “This is all mighty fine,” said Monks (to retain his assumed designation) after a long silence, during which he had jerked himself in sullen defiance to and fro, and Mr. Brownlow had sat, shading his face with his hand. “But what do you want with me?”
“You have a brother,” said Mr. Brownlow, rousing himself: “a brother... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 361 | “Not I,” said Monks, turning away his eyes and beating his foot upon the ground, as a man who is determined to deny everything. “Not I.”
“Your manner, no less than your actions, assures me that you have never forgotten it, or ceased to think of it with bitterness,” returned Mr. Brownlow. “I speak of fifteen years ago, ... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 362 | “The end of a year found him contracted, solemnly contracted, to that daughter; the object of the first, true, ardent, only passion of a guileless girl.”
“Your tale is of the longest,” observed Monks, moving restlessly in his chair.
“It is a true tale of grief and trial, and sorrow, young man,” returned Mr. Brownlow, “... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 363 | “Before he went abroad, and as he passed through London on his way,” said Mr. Brownlow, slowly, and fixing his eyes upon the other’s face, “he came to me.”
“I never heard of that,” interrupted Monks in a tone intended to appear incredulous, but savouring more of disagreeable surprise.
“He came to me, and left with me, ... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 364 | “When your brother,” said Mr. Brownlow, drawing nearer to the other’s chair, “When your brother: a feeble, ragged, neglected child: was cast in my way by a stronger hand than chance, and rescued by me from a life of vice and infamy—”
“What?” cried Monks.
“By me,” said Mr. Brownlow. “I told you I should interest you bef... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 365 | “I did not,” replied Mr. Brownlow, rising too; “but within the last fortnight I have learnt it all. You have a brother; you know it, and him. There was a will, which your mother destroyed, leaving the secret and the gain to you at her own death. It contained a reference to some child likely to be the result of this sad... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 366 | “That I promise too.”
“Remain quietly here, until such a document is drawn up, and proceed with me to such a place as I may deem most advisable, for the purpose of attesting it?”
“If you insist upon that, I’ll do that also,” replied Monks.
“You must do more than that,” said Mr. Brownlow. “Make restitution to an innocen... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 367 | “Yes,” he replied. “You—you—will be secret with me?”
“I will. Remain here till I return. It is your only hope of safety.”
They left the room, and the door was again locked.
“What have you done?” asked the doctor in a whisper.
“All that I could hope to do, and even more. Coupling the poor girl’s intelligence with my pre... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 368 | To reach this place, the visitor has to penetrate through a maze of close, narrow, and muddy streets, thronged by the roughest and poorest of waterside people, and devoted to the traffic they may be supposed to occasion. The cheapest and least delicate provisions are heaped in the shops; the coarsest and commonest arti... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 369 | In such a neighbourhood, beyond Dockhead in the Borough of Southwark, stands Jacob’s Island, surrounded by a muddy ditch, six or eight feet deep and fifteen or twenty wide when the tide is in, once called Mill Pond, but known in the days of this story as Folly Ditch. It is a creek or inlet from the Thames, and can alwa... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 370 | In an upper room of one of these houses—a detached house of fair size, ruinous in other respects, but strongly defended at door and window: of which house the back commanded the ditch in manner already described—there were assembled three men, who, regarding each other every now and then with looks expressive of perple... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 371 | “Wot’s come of young Bates?” demanded Kags.
“He hung about, not to come over here afore dark, but he’ll be here soon,” replied Chitling. “There’s nowhere else to go to now, for the people at the Cripples are all in custody, and the bar of the ken—I went up there and see it with my own eyes—is filled with traps.”
“This ... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 372 | “He’s drunk it all up, every drop,” said Chitling after watching the dog some time in silence. “Covered with mud—lame—half blind—he must have come a long way.”
“Where can he have come from!” exclaimed Toby. “He’s been to the other kens of course, and finding them filled with strangers come on here, where he’s been many... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 373 | “None. He must come in.”
“Don’t leave us in the dark,” said Kags, taking down a candle from the chimney-piece, and lighting it, with such a trembling hand that the knocking was twice repeated before he had finished.
Crackit went down to the door, and returned followed by a man with the lower part of his face buried in ... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 374 | “Toby,” said the boy falling back, as Sikes turned his eyes towards him, “why didn’t you tell me this, downstairs?”
There had been something so tremendous in the shrinking off of the three, that the wretched man was willing to propitiate even this lad. Accordingly he nodded, and made as though he would shake hands with... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 375 | “Help!” shrieked the boy in a voice that rent the air. “He’s here! Break down the door!”
“In the King’s name,” cried the voices without; and the hoarse cry arose again, but louder.
“Break down the door!” screamed the boy. “I tell you they’ll never open it. Run straight to the room where the light is. Break down the doo... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 376 | “The tide,” cried the murderer, as he staggered back into the room, and shut the faces out, “the tide was in as I came up. Give me a rope, a long rope. They’re all in front. I may drop into the Folly Ditch, and clear off that way. Give me a rope, or I shall do three more murders and kill myself.”
The panic-stricken men... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 377 | “They have him now,” cried a man on the nearest bridge. “Hurrah!”
The crowd grew light with uncovered heads; and again the shout uprose.
“I will give fifty pounds,” cried an old gentleman from the same quarter, “to the man who takes him alive. I will remain here, till he come to ask me for it.”
There was another roar. ... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 378 | At the very instant when he brought the loop over his head previous to slipping it beneath his arm-pits, and when the old gentleman before-mentioned (who had clung so tight to the railing of the bridge as to resist the force of the crowd, and retain his position) earnestly warned those about him that the man was about ... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 379 | The same kind friend had, with Mr. Losberne’s assistance, cautiously stopped all channels of communication through which they could receive intelligence of the dreadful occurrences that so recently taken place. “It was quite true,” he said, “that they must know them before long, but it might be at a better time than th... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 380 | As they approached the town, and at length drove through its narrow streets, it became matter of no small difficulty to restrain the boy within reasonable bounds. There was Sowerberry’s the undertaker’s just as it used to be, only smaller and less imposing in appearance than he remembered it—there were all the well-kno... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 381 | At length, when nine o’clock had come, and they began to think they were to hear no more that night, Mr. Losberne and Mr. Grimwig entered the room, followed by Mr. Brownlow and a man whom Oliver almost shrieked with surprise to see; for they told him it was his brother, and it was the same man he had met at the market-... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 382 | “In the workhouse of this town,” was the sullen reply. “You have the story there.” He pointed impatiently to the papers as he spoke.
“I must have it here, too,” said Mr. Brownlow, looking round upon the listeners.
“Listen then! You!” returned Monks. “His father being taken ill at Rome, was joined by his wife, my mother... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 383 | “The will,” said Mr. Brownlow, as Oliver’s tears fell fast.
Monks was silent.
“The will,” said Mr. Brownlow, speaking for him, “was in the same spirit as the letter. He talked of miseries which his wife had brought upon him; of the rebellious disposition, vice, malice, and premature bad passions of you his only son, wh... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 384 | There was a short silence here, until Mr. Brownlow took up the thread of the narrative.
“Years after this,” he said, “this man’s—Edward Leeford’s—mother came to me. He had left her, when only eighteen; robbed her of jewels and money; gambled, squandered, forged, and fled to London: where for two years he had associated... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 385 | “Do my hi’s deceive me!” cried Mr. Bumble, with ill-feigned enthusiasm, “or is that little Oliver? Oh O-li-ver, if you know’d how I’ve been a-grieving for you—”
“Hold your tongue, fool,” murmured Mrs. Bumble.
“Isn’t natur, natur, Mrs. Bumble?” remonstrated the workhouse master. “Can’t I be supposed to feel—I as brought... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 386 | “Would you like to see the pawnbroker himself?” asked Mr. Grimwig with a motion towards the door.
“No,” replied the woman; “if he”—she pointed to Monks—“has been coward enough to confess, as I see he has, and you have sounded all these hags till you have found the right ones, I have nothing more to say. I did sell them... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 387 | “Yes,” replied Monks.
“I never saw you before,” said Rose faintly.
“I have seen you often,” returned Monks.
“The father of the unhappy Agnes had two daughters,” said Mr. Brownlow. “What was the fate of the other—the child?”
“The child,” replied Monks, “when her father died in a strange place, in a strange name, without... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 388 | “The only friend I ever had,” cried Rose, clinging to her. “The kindest, best of friends. My heart will burst. I cannot bear all this.”
“You have borne more, and have been, through all, the best and gentlest creature that ever shed happiness on every one she knew,” said Mrs. Maylie, embracing her tenderly. “Come, come,... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 389 | “The disclosure of tonight,”—Harry began.
“The disclosure of tonight,” replied Rose softly, “leaves me in the same position, with reference to you, as that in which I stood before.”
“You harden your heart against me, Rose,” urged her lover.
“Oh Harry, Harry,” said the young lady, bursting into tears; “I wish I could, a... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 390 | “I had serious thoughts of eating my head tonight,” said Mr. Grimwig, “for I began to think I should get nothing else. I’ll take the liberty, if you’ll allow me, of saluting the bride that is to be.”
Mr. Grimwig lost no time in carrying this notice into effect upon the blushing girl; and the example, being contagious, ... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 391 | A slight bustle in the court, recalled him to himself. Looking round, he saw that the jurymen had turned together, to consider their verdict. As his eyes wandered to the gallery, he could see the people rising above each other to see his face: some hastily applying their glasses to their eyes: and others whispering the... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 392 | Not that, all this time, his mind was, for an instant, free from one oppressive overwhelming sense of the grave that opened at his feet; it was ever present to him, but in a vague and general way, and he could not fix his thoughts upon it. Thus, even while he trembled, and turned burning hot at the idea of speedy death... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 393 | They led him through a paved room under the court, where some prisoners were waiting till their turns came, and others were talking to their friends, who crowded round a grate which looked into the open yard. There was nobody there to speak to him; but, as he passed, the prisoners fell back to render him more visible t... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 394 | At length, when his hands were raw with beating against the heavy door and walls, two men appeared: one bearing a candle, which he thrust into an iron candlestick fixed against the wall: the other dragging in a mattress on which to pass the night; for the prisoner was to be left alone no more.
Then came the night—dark,... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 395 | He cowered down upon his stone bed, and thought of the past. He had been wounded with some missiles from the crowd on the day of his capture, and his head was bandaged with a linen cloth. His red hair hung down upon his bloodless face; his beard was torn, and twisted into knots; his eyes shone with a terrible light; hi... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 396 | These few words had been said apart, so as to be inaudible to Oliver. The man touched his hat; and glancing at Oliver with some curiousity, opened another gate, opposite to that by which they had entered, and led them on, through dark and winding ways, towards the cells.
“This,” said the man, stopping in a gloomy passa... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 397 | “Fagin,” said the jailer.
“That’s me!” cried the Jew, falling instantly, into the attitude of listening he had assumed upon his trial. “An old man, my Lord; a very old, old man!”
“Here,” said the turnkey, laying his hand upon his breast to keep him down. “Here’s somebody wants to see you, to ask you some questions, I s... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 398 | “Have you nothing else to ask him, sir?” inquired the turnkey.
“No other question,” replied Mr. Brownlow. “If I hoped we could recall him to a sense of his position—”
“Nothing will do that, sir,” replied the man, shaking his head. “You had better leave him.”
The door of the cell opened, and the attendants returned.
“Pr... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 399 | Monks, still bearing that assumed name, retired with his portion to a distant part of the New World; where, having quickly squandered it, he once more fell into his old courses, and, after undergoing a long confinement for some fresh act of fraud and knavery, at length sunk under an attack of his old disorder, and died... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 400 | Before his removal, he had managed to contract a strong friendship for Mr. Grimwig, which that eccentric gentleman cordially reciprocated. He is accordingly visited by Mr. Grimwig a great many times in the course of the year. On all such occasions, Mr. Grimwig plants, fishes, and carpenters, with great ardour; doing ev... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 401 | Master Charles Bates, appalled by Sikes’s crime, fell into a train of reflection whether an honest life was not, after all, the best. Arriving at the conclusion that it certainly was, he turned his back upon the scenes of the past, resolved to amend it in some new sphere of action. He struggled hard, and suffered much,... |
Oliver_Twist_-_Charles_Dickens | 38 | 402 | How Mr. Brownlow went on, from day to day, filling the mind of his adopted child with stores of knowledge, and becoming attached to him, more and more, as his nature developed itself, and showed the thriving seeds of all he wished him to become—how he traced in him new traits of his early friend, that awakened in his o... |
Persuasion_-_Jane_Austen | 39 | 0 | Sir Walter Elliot, of Kellynch Hall, in Somersetshire, was a man who, for his own amusement, never took up any book but the Baronetage; there he found occupation for an idle hour, and consolation in a distressed one; there his faculties were roused into admiration and respect, by contemplating the limited remnant of th... |
Persuasion_-_Jane_Austen | 39 | 1 | His good looks and his rank had one fair claim on his attachment; since to them he must have owed a wife of very superior character to any thing deserved by his own. Lady Elliot had been an excellent woman, sensible and amiable; whose judgement and conduct, if they might be pardoned the youthful infatuation which made ... |
Persuasion_-_Jane_Austen | 39 | 2 | This friend, and Sir Walter, did not marry, whatever might have been anticipated on that head by their acquaintance. Thirteen years had passed away since Lady Elliot’s death, and they were still near neighbours and intimate friends, and one remained a widower, the other a widow.
That Lady Russell, of steady age and cha... |
Persuasion_-_Jane_Austen | 39 | 3 | It sometimes happens that a woman is handsomer at twenty-nine than she was ten years before; and, generally speaking, if there has been neither ill health nor anxiety, it is a time of life at which scarcely any charm is lost. It was so with Elizabeth, still the same handsome Miss Elliot that she had begun to be thirtee... |
Persuasion_-_Jane_Austen | 39 | 4 | She had had a disappointment, moreover, which that book, and especially the history of her own family, must ever present the remembrance of. The heir presumptive, the very William Walter Elliot, Esq., whose rights had been so generously supported by her father, had disappointed her.
She had, while a very young girl, as... |
Persuasion_-_Jane_Austen | 39 | 5 | This very awkward history of Mr Elliot was still, after an interval of several years, felt with anger by Elizabeth, who had liked the man for himself, and still more for being her father’s heir, and whose strong family pride could see only in him a proper match for Sir Walter Elliot’s eldest daughter. There was not a b... |
Persuasion_-_Jane_Austen | 39 | 6 | But now, another occupation and solicitude of mind was beginning to be added to these. Her father was growing distressed for money. She knew, that when he now took up the Baronetage, it was to drive the heavy bills of his tradespeople, and the unwelcome hints of Mr Shepherd, his agent, from his thoughts. The Kellynch p... |
Persuasion_-_Jane_Austen | 39 | 7 | Their two confidential friends, Mr Shepherd, who lived in the neighbouring market town, and Lady Russell, were called on to advise them; and both father and daughter seemed to expect that something should be struck out by one or the other to remove their embarrassments and reduce their expenditure, without involving th... |
Persuasion_-_Jane_Austen | 39 | 8 | They must retrench; that did not admit of a doubt. But she was very anxious to have it done with the least possible pain to him and Elizabeth. She drew up plans of economy, she made exact calculations, and she did what nobody else thought of doing: she consulted Anne, who never seemed considered by the others as having... |
Persuasion_-_Jane_Austen | 39 | 9 | This was the principle on which Anne wanted her father to be proceeding, his friends to be urging him. She considered it as an act of indispensable duty to clear away the claims of creditors with all the expedition which the most comprehensive retrenchments could secure, and saw no dignity in anything short of it. She ... |
Persuasion_-_Jane_Austen | 39 | 10 | Sir Walter would quit Kellynch Hall; and after a very few days more of doubt and indecision, the great question of whither he should go was settled, and the first outline of this important change made out.
There had been three alternatives, London, Bath, or another house in the country. All Anne’s wishes had been for t... |
Persuasion_-_Jane_Austen | 39 | 11 | Lady Russell was fond of Bath, in short, and disposed to think it must suit them all; and as to her young friend’s health, by passing all the warm months with her at Kellynch Lodge, every danger would be avoided; and it was in fact, a change which must do both health and spirits good. Anne had been too little from home... |
Persuasion_-_Jane_Austen | 39 | 12 | Lady Russell, indeed, had scarcely any influence with Elizabeth, and seemed to love her, rather because she would love her, than because Elizabeth deserved it. She had never received from her more than outward attention, nothing beyond the observances of complaisance; had never succeeded in any point which she wanted t... |
Persuasion_-_Jane_Austen | 39 | 13 | Mr Shepherd laughed, as he knew he must, at this wit, and then added—
“I presume to observe, Sir Walter, that, in the way of business, gentlemen of the navy are well to deal with. I have had a little knowledge of their methods of doing business; and I am free to confess that they have very liberal notions, and are as l... |
Persuasion_-_Jane_Austen | 39 | 14 | “As to all that,” rejoined Sir Walter coolly, “supposing I were induced to let my house, I have by no means made up my mind as to the privileges to be annexed to it. I am not particularly disposed to favour a tenant. The park would be open to him of course, and few navy officers, or men of any other description, can ha... |
Persuasion_-_Jane_Austen | 39 | 15 | “The profession has its utility, but I should be sorry to see any friend of mine belonging to it.”
“Indeed!” was the reply, and with a look of surprise.
“Yes; it is in two points offensive to me; I have two strong grounds of objection to it. First, as being the means of bringing persons of obscure birth into undue dist... |
Persuasion_-_Jane_Austen | 39 | 16 | “Nay, Sir Walter,” cried Mrs Clay, “this is being severe indeed. Have a little mercy on the poor men. We are not all born to be handsome. The sea is no beautifier, certainly; sailors do grow old betimes; I have observed it; they soon lose the look of youth. But then, is not it the same with many other professions, perh... |
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