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Author Barnaby Barnaby Rudge Bleak House Bridge building called Camden Town chambers chapter character Charles Dickens church Chuzzlewit Clennam Clerkenwell close coach corner Court Covent Garden Crown 8vo David Dickens's dismal Dombey doubt Fleet Street gentleman Goswell Street Green Holborn imagine inhabitants interest Jacob's Island John John Dawkins King's Bench Prison Little Dorrit lived lodgings London look Lord Marshalsea Martin Chuzzlewit Micawber Mill Pond Bank Miss morning neighbourhood never Nickleby night novel offices Oliver Oliver Twist once passed pavement Pickwick pleasant poor prison public-house quarter railway river Road round Saffron Hill Saint Samuel Tinsley scene shops side Six Jolly Southampton Street spot stands stood story Tale tavern Temple Thames thing thoroughfare tion Todgers took Tower town trade vols walk wall Westlock wilderness wooden wretched yard young
Page 160 - With houses looking on, on every side, save where a reeking little tunnel of a court gives access to the iron gate - with every villainy of life in action close on death, and every poisonous element of death in action close on life - here they lower our dear brother down a foot or two, here sow him in corruption, to be raised in corruption: an avenging ghost at many a sick-bedside, a shameful testimony to future ages how civilization and barbarism walked this boastful island together.
Page 170 - In every thoroughfare, up almost every alley, and down almost every turning, some doleful bell was throbbing, jerking, tolling, as if the Plague were in the city and the dead-carts were going round.
Page 159 - Krook's, and bears off the body of our dear brother here departed, to a hemmed-in churchyard, pestiferous and obscene, whence malignant diseases are communicated to the bodies of our dear brothers and sisters who have not departed...
Page 113 - Crowds of people, and mountains of goods, departing and arriving scores upon scores of times in every four-and-twenty hours, produced a fermentation in the place that was always in action. The very houses seemed disposed to pack up and take trips.
Page 256 - Here is a work in certain respects one of the most singular in modern literature, which surpasses all of its class in bold and luxuriant imagination, in vivid descriptive power, in startling — not to say extravagant suggestions — in lofty and delicate moral sympathies.
Page 148 - ... everywhere. Fog up the river, where it flows among green aits and meadows ; fog down the river, where it rolls defiled among the tiers of shipping, and the waterside pollutions of a great (and dirty) city. Fog on the Essex marshes, fog on the Kentish heights. Fog creeping into the cabooses of collier brigs ; fog lying out on the yards, and hovering in the rigging of great ships ; fog drooping on the gunwales of barges and small boats.
Page 176 - But, whosoever goes into Marshalsea Place, turning out of Angel Court, leading to Bermondsey, will find his feet on the very paving-stones of the extinct Marshalsea jail ; will see its narrow yard to the right and to the left, very little altered if at all, except that the walls were lowered when the place got free ; will look upon the rooms in which the debtors lived ; and will stand among the crowding ghosts of many miserable years.
Page 148 - ... prentice boy on deck. Chance people on the bridges peeping over the parapets into a nether sky of fog, with fog all round them, as if they were up in a balloon, and hanging in the misty clouds.
Page 22 - Near to the spot on which Snow Hill and Holborn Hill meet, there opens, upon the right hand as you come out of the city, a narrow and dismal alley leading to Saffron Hill. In its filthy shops are exposed for sale huge bunches of second-hand silk handkerchiefs of all sizes and patterns— for here reside the traders who purchase them from pickpockets.