The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club: Containing a Faithful Record of the Perambulations, Perils, Adventures and Sporting Transactions of the Corresponding Members, Volumes 3-4 (Google eBook)
Carey, Lea & Blanchard, 1837
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afore ain't appeared Arabella Bardell Ben Allen Benjamin Allen Bladud Bob Sawyer body Brick Lane chair cheerful Cluppins coach coat countenance dear sir Dodson and Fogg door Dowler exclaimed eyes face fat boy father feelings Gabriel Grub gen'lm'n gentleman glass goblin green-grocer Grummer hand head heerd inquired Jackson Jingle Jinks Job Trotter John Smauker jury knock laughed legs looked lord ma'am magistrate Magnus manner matter mind morning Muzzle never night nodded nothin Nupkins old lady once Pell Perker Phunky Pick Pickwick pocket prison quired Raddle rayther rejoined replied Roker round Sam's Samivel Sammy Samuel Weller Sanders Serjeant Buzfuz Serjeant Snubbin Smangle smile Snodgrass stairs Stiggins stopped street there's thing tion took Tuckle Tupman turned Vell vich vith voice walked Wardle Washington Irving werry whispered wick Winkle Winkle's young lady
Page 126 - DO skate, Mr. Winkle,' said Arabella. 'I like to see it so much.' 'Oh, it is SO graceful,' said another young lady. A third young lady said it was elegant, and a fourth expressed her opinion that it was 'swan-like.
Page 209 - I look for protection, for assistance, for comfort, and for consolation; in single gentlemen I shall perpetually see something to remind me of what Mr. Bardell was, when he first won my young and untried affections. To a single gentleman, then, shall my lodgings be let.
Page 211 - ... that you will know how to value and how to appreciate them ; and let me tell him further, as my lord will tell you, gentlemen, that a counsel, in the discharge of his duty to his client, is neither to be intimidated, nor bullied, nor put down ; and that any attempt to do either the one or the other, or the first or the last, will recoil on the head of the attempter, be he plaintiff, or be he defendant, be his name Pickwick, or Noakes. or Stoakes, or Stiles, or Brown, or Thompson.
Page 213 - Gentlemen, what does this mean ? Chops and Tomato sauce ! Yours, Pickwick ! Chops ! Gracious heavens ! and Tomata sauce ! Gentlemen, is the happiness of a sensitive and confiding female to be trifled away, by such shallow artifices as these? The next has no date whatever, which is in itself suspicious. Dear Mrs. B., I shall not be at home till to-morrow. Slow coach. And then follows this very remarkable expression, Don't trouble yourself about the warmingpan.
Page 129 - No ; but really I had scarcely begun," remonstrated Mr. Winkle. "Take his skates off!" repeated Mr. Pickwick firmly. The command was not to be resisted. Mr. Winkle allowed Sam to obey it in silence. "Lift him up," said Mr. Pickwick. Sam assisted him to rise. Mr. Pickwick retired a few paces apart from the bystanders, and, beckoning his friend to approach, fixed a searching look upon him, and uttered in a low, but distinct and emphatic tone, these remarkable words: "You 're a humbug, sir !
Page 126 - All this time, Mr Winkle, with his face and hands blue with the cold, had been forcing a gimlet into the soles of his feet, and putting his skates on, with the points behind, and getting the straps into a very complicated and entangled state, with the assistance of Mr Snodgrass, who knew rather less about skates than a Hindoo. At length, however, with the assistance of Mr Weller, the unfortunate skates were firmly screwed and buckled on, and Mr Winkle was raised to his feet. 'Now, then, sir,' said...
Page 210 - Of this man Pickwick I will say little; the subject presents but few attractions; and I, gentlemen, am not the man, nor are you, gentlemen, the men, to delight in the contemplation of revolting heartlessness, and of systematic villany.
Page 127 - Now, then, sir," said Sam, in an encouraging tone; "off with you, and show 'em how to do it." "Stop, Sam, stop!" said Mr. Winkle, trembling violently, and clutching hold of Sam's arms with the grasp of a drowning man. "How slippery it is, Sam!" "Not an uncommon thing upon ice, sir,
Page 213 - Why is Mrs. Bardell so earnestly entreated not to agitate herself about this warmingpan, unless (as is, no doubt, the case) it is a mere cover for hidden fire — a mere substitute for some endearing word or promise, agreeably to a preconcerted system of correspondence...
Page 127 - You're wery good, sir," replied Mr. Weller. " Just hold me at first, Sam ; will you?" said Mr. Winkle. "There— that's right. I shall soon get in the way of it, Sam. Not too fast, Sam ; not too fast " Mr. Winkle, stooping forward with his body half doubled up, was being assisted over the ice by Mr. Weller, in a very singular and un-swan-like manner, when Mr. Pickwick most innocently shouted from the opposite bank — " Sam ! " " Sir ? " said Mr. Weller.