...
’Not by flash Toby Crackit?’ said the Jew incredulously. ‘Think what
women are, Bill,’
’No; not even by flash Toby Crackit,’ replied Sikes. ‘He says he’s worn
sham whiskers, and a canary waistcoat, ... the father gets lagged; and then the Juvenile Delinquent
Society comes, and takes the boy away from a trade where he was arning
money, teaches him to read and write, and in time m...
... delay of an instant.
The girl still held Oliver fast by the hand, and continued to pour into his ear,
the warnings and assurances she had already imparted. All was so quick and
hurried, that ... preparing breakfast. It was
not yet daylight; for the candle was still burning, and it was quite dark
outside. A sharp rain, too, was beating against the window-panes; and the
sky looked bla...
... boy awoke. His left arm, rudely bandaged in a shawl, hung heavy and
useless at his side; the bandage was saturated with blood. He was so weak,
that he could scarcely raise himself into a sitting ... and steward to the old lady of the
mansion; Brittles was a lad of all-work: who, having entered her service a
shapes. The rain came down, thick and fast, and pattered noisily among the...
...
five times that space, by any explorer alive.
The doctor was absent, much longer than either he or the ladies had
anticipated. A large flat box was fetched out of the gig; and a bedroom bell ...
black, was in attendance upon them. He had taken his station some half-way
between the side-board and the breakfast-table; and, with his body drawn up
to its full height, his head thrown b...
... such a
desperate manner that many people was afraid he might be going to make
away with himself. One day he came up to the office, all in a hurry, and had
a private interview with the magistrate, ...
’All,’ replied the doctor.
’Now, what is this, about this here boy that the servants are a- talking on?’
said Blathers.
In short, after some more examination, and a great deal more...
... musical (to Oliver’s ears at least) than any he had
ever heard in church before. Then, there were the walks as usual, and many
narrow boundaries of their daily walks; even they, with the hand ... same master, who
was a gardener by trade,) applied himself with hearty good- will, until Miss
Rose made her appearance: when there were a thousand commendations to
be bestowed on all he ha...
... he
had to say again, referred him to the landlord; who was a tall gentleman in a
blue neckcloth, a white hat, drab breeches, and boots with tops to match,
leaning against a pump by the stable-door, ... hurried up the inn-yard, with a somewhat lighter
heart. He was turning out of the gateway when he accidently stumbled
against a tall man wrapped in a cloak, who was at that...
... road was narrow, he stood leaning against a gate until it
should have passed him.
As it dashed on, Oliver caught a glimpse of a man in a white nitecap, whose
face seemed familiar to him, although ... that had passed, until, after a
long ramble in the quiet evening air, a burst of tears came to his relief, and
he seemed to awaken, all at once, to a full sense of the joyful c...
... effort was equally fruitless. After a few days, the affair began
’Then, they are in the ditch!’ said Harry. ‘Follow! And keep as near me, as
you can.’ So saying, he sprang over the hedge, and darted ... endeavour to forget me; not as your old
and dearly-attached companion, for that would wound me deeply; but, as the
A creature,’ continued the young man, passionately, a creature as fa...
...
shiftings and changes are no bad preparation for political life. There’s
something in that. Good training is always desirable, whether the race be for
place, cup, or sweepstakes.’
Harry Maylie ... his hand; and the women-servants were in
the garden, looking on. Harry cast one slight glance at the latticed window,
and jumped into the carriage.
’Drive on!’ he cried, ‘hard, fast, full gal...