The History of Pendennis: His Fortunes and Misfortunes, His Friends and His Greatest Enemy, Volume 2Bradbury and Evans, 1850 - 372 pagina's |
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Pagina 10
... voice smothered with emotion , — " And bring my pony round , " he added , as the man drove rapidly away . As good luck would have it , that splendid barouche of Lady Clavering's , which has been inadequately described in a former ...
... voice smothered with emotion , — " And bring my pony round , " he added , as the man drove rapidly away . As good luck would have it , that splendid barouche of Lady Clavering's , which has been inadequately described in a former ...
Pagina 11
... voice cried out , " Harry , Harry ! " and looking up , he beheld his aunt , the Lady Rosherville , and two of her daughters , of whom the one who spoke was Harry's betrothed , the Lady Ann . He started back with a pale , scared look ...
... voice cried out , " Harry , Harry ! " and looking up , he beheld his aunt , the Lady Rosherville , and two of her daughters , of whom the one who spoke was Harry's betrothed , the Lady Ann . He started back with a pale , scared look ...
Pagina 27
... voice . " So do you , sir . " And with the manuscript which he held in his hand he playfully struck Pen on the cheek . That part of Pen's countenance turned as red as it had ever done in the earliest days of his blushes : he grasped the ...
... voice . " So do you , sir . " And with the manuscript which he held in his hand he playfully struck Pen on the cheek . That part of Pen's countenance turned as red as it had ever done in the earliest days of his blushes : he grasped the ...
Pagina 30
... voice faltered , and his eyes twinkled behind his spectacles . And when he had quite finished reading the same , and had taken his glasses off his nose , and had folded up the paper and given it back to the widow , I am constrained to ...
... voice faltered , and his eyes twinkled behind his spectacles . And when he had quite finished reading the same , and had taken his glasses off his nose , and had folded up the paper and given it back to the widow , I am constrained to ...
Pagina 34
... voice and a pretty face and figure for the stage ; and she prepares the rooms and makes the beds and breakfasts for Messrs . Costigan and Bows , in return for which , the latter instructs her in music and singing . But for his ...
... voice and a pretty face and figure for the stage ; and she prepares the rooms and makes the beds and breakfasts for Messrs . Costigan and Bows , in return for which , the latter instructs her in music and singing . But for his ...
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Pagina 364 - I do not like thee, Dr Fell. The reason why I cannot tell, But this I know, I know full well, I do not like thee, Dr Fell.
Pagina 239 - I see the truth in that man, as I do in his brother, whose logic drives him to quite a different conclusion, and who, after having passed a life in vain endeavours to reconcile an irreconcilable book, flings it at last down in despair, and declares, with tearful eyes, and hands up to heaven, his revolt and recantation.
Pagina 311 - ... outline of the elder man's tour thus gloomily sketched out, the young one begins to speak. He has been in the country — very much bored — canvassing — uncommonly slow — he is here for a day or two, and going on to — to the neighbourhood of Tunbridge Wells, to some friends — that will be uncommonly slow, too. How hard it is to make an Englishman acknowledge that he is happy ! "And the seat in Parliament, Pen? Have you made it all right ? " asks Warrington. "All right, — as soon as...
Pagina ix - Since the author of Tom Jones was buried, uo writer of fiction among us has been permitted to depict to his utmost power a MAN. "VVe must drape him, and give him a certain conventional simper. Society will not tolerate the Natural in our Art.
Pagina vii - TP this kind of composition, of which the two years' product is now laid before the public, fail in art, as it constantly does and must, it at least has the advantage of a certain truth and honesty, which a work more elaborate might lose. In his constant communication with the reader, the writer is forced into frankness of expression, and to speak out his own mind and feelings as they urge him.
Pagina 239 - ... of his terrace, and muse over preacher and audience, and turn to his roll of Plato, or his pleasant Greek song-book babbling of honey and Hybla, and nymphs and fountains and love. To what, we say, does this scepticism lead? It leads a man to a shameful loneliness and selfishness, so to speak — the more shameful, because it is so goodhumoured and conscienceless and serene. Conscience! What is conscience ? Why accept remorse ? What is public or private faith? Mythuses alike enveloped in enormous...
Pagina 191 - As they were talking the clock struck nine, and Helen reminded him how, when he was a little boy, she used to go up to his hed-room at that hour, and hear him say Our Father. And once more, oh, once more, the young man fell down at his mother's sacred knees, and sobbed out the prayer which the Divine Tenderness uttered for us, and which has been echoed for twenty ages since by millions of sinful and humbled men. And as he spoke the last words of the supplication, the mother's head fell down on her...