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Page 41
... herself at the window looking into the back garden . The common parlour had a window at each end , and a half - glass door besides opening into the garden . There was a little stir in the house presently - TO THE BITTER END . 41.
... herself at the window looking into the back garden . The common parlour had a window at each end , and a half - glass door besides opening into the garden . There was a little stir in the house presently - TO THE BITTER END . 41.
Page 42
... door of the family sitting - room , and peeped out . The door of the op- posite parlour was ajar , and she heard a polite lan- guid voice , which had an unpleasant coldness , she thought , approving everything . Thanks . The rooms are ...
... door of the family sitting - room , and peeped out . The door of the op- posite parlour was ajar , and she heard a polite lan- guid voice , which had an unpleasant coldness , she thought , approving everything . Thanks . The rooms are ...
Page 45
... door , with a heap of bulky volumes , in dilapidated calf or battered sheepskin , thrown pell - mell upon the floor beside it . ' It looks as if you didn't mean to be idle here , sir , ' she said , in her simple soul regarding books as ...
... door , with a heap of bulky volumes , in dilapidated calf or battered sheepskin , thrown pell - mell upon the floor beside it . ' It looks as if you didn't mean to be idle here , sir , ' she said , in her simple soul regarding books as ...
Page 50
... doors opening and shutting presently , bolting and barring of outer portals , and the sound of light and heavy footsteps on the creaky old staircase . The servant came in to ask if he required anything more , and at what hour he would ...
... doors opening and shutting presently , bolting and barring of outer portals , and the sound of light and heavy footsteps on the creaky old staircase . The servant came in to ask if he required anything more , and at what hour he would ...
Page 54
... afternoon . There was no one at home but Sally the servant- maid , shelling peas on a sunny door - step in the back premises , and meditating upon the iniquity of the lodger , who sat half buried in the great arm 54 TO THE BITTER END .
... afternoon . There was no one at home but Sally the servant- maid , shelling peas on a sunny door - step in the back premises , and meditating upon the iniquity of the lodger , who sat half buried in the great arm 54 TO THE BITTER END .
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Page 242 - Romeo: and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Page 127 - Here, my dear friend," he suddenly exclaimed, as he pulled a couple of little parcels out of his pocket, "is a quarter of a pound of tea and half a pound of sugar, for, though it is not in my power at present to return you the two guineas, you nor any man else shall ever have it to say that I want gratitude.
Page 140 - As one dead in the bottom of a tomb : Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. Rom. And trust me, love, in my eye so do you : Dry sorrow drinks our blood. — Adieu ! Juliet farewell !— My life !— Jul.