Charles Dickens' Works: Little dorrit (Google eBook)

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G.W. Carleton, 1885
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Contents

I
11
II
25
III
37
IV
50
V
53
VI
64
VII
74
VIII
84
XXXVI
412
XXXVII
420
XXXIX
435
XL
440
XLI
455
XLII
458
XLIII
473
XLIV
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IX
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X
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XI
127
XII
137
XIII
146
XIV
167
XV
179
XVI
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XVII
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XVIII
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XIX
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XX
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XXI
243
XXII
252
XXIII
260
XXIV
276
XXV
291
XXVI
301
XXVII
314
XXVIII
326
XXIX
333
XXX
341
XXXI
356
XXXII
371
XXXIII
380
XXXIV
390
XXXV
399
XLV
499
XLVI
510
XLVII
525
XLVIII
533
XLIX
538
L
552
LI
569
LII
577
LIII
593
LIV
600
LV
610
LVI
617
LVII
632
LVIII
642
LIX
651
LX
657
LXI
670
LXII
680
LXIII
689
LXIV
697
LXV
712
LXVI
730
LXVII
738
LXVIII
761
LXIX
770
LXX
778
LXXI
788

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Page 110 - Boards sat upon them, secretaries minuted upon them, commissioners gabbled about them, clerks registered, entered, checked, and ticked them off, and they melted away. In short, all the business of the country went through the circumlocution office, except the business that never came out of it ; and its name was legion.
Page 37 - Melancholy streets in a penitential garb of soot, steeped the souls of the people who were condemned to look at them out of windows, in dire despondency.
Page 40 - DROWNED, was weeping on the wet wall; he came at last to the house he sought. An old brick house, so dingy as to be all but black, standing by itself within a gateway. Before it, a square courtyard where a shrub or two and a patch of grass were as rank (which is saying much) as the iron railings enclosing them were rusty; behind it, a jumble of roots. It was a double house, with long, narrow, heavily-framed windows. Many years ago, it had had it in its mind to slide down sideways; it had been propped...
Page 462 - Father is rather vulgar, my dear. The word Papa, besides, gives a pretty form to the lips. Papa, potatoes, poultry, prunes, and prism, are all very good words for the lips : especially prunes and prism.
Page 799 - They went quietly down into the roaring streets, inseparable and blessed ; and as they passed along in sunshine and shade, the noisy and the eager, and the arrogant and the froward and the vain, fretted, and chafed, and made their usual uproar.
Page 167 - To review his life, was like descending a green tree in fruit and flower, and seeing all the branches wither and drop off one by one, as he came down towards them.
Page 227 - There was a classical daughter once perhaps who ministered to her father in his prison as her mother had ministered to her. Little Dorrit, though of the unheroic modern stock, and mere English, did much more in comforting her father's wasted heart upon her innocent breast, and turning to it a fountain of love and fidelity that never ran dry or waned through all his years of famine.
Page 245 - He did not shine in company ; he had not very much to say for himself ; he was a reserved man, with a broad, overhanging, watchful head, that particular kind of dull red colour in his cheeks which is rather stale than fresh, and a somewhat uneasy expression about his coat-cuffs, as if they were in his confidence, and had reasons for being anxious to hide his hands.

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