What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Adventures anti-hero Barry Lyndon beggar Beggar's Opera Borrow brother burglar burlesque Captain character cheats confesses convict crime criminal daughter death Defoe Defoe's delight describes detective detective fiction Dickens duel English escape falls father feigning figures fortune genre Gil Blas girl Gypsy Hajji hand hanged heart hero highwayman Holmes humor husband imprisonment intrigue Irish Jack Jack Sheppard Jonathan Wild later Lavengro literature of roguery London lover low-life marriage marry Miss Moll Moll Flanders moral mother murder mystery never Newgate night Paul Clifford picaresque fiction picaresque novel picaro pirates play plot police prison proves Raffles Rapparees rascal realism reform Renaldo repent rescue resque rival robbed robbery rogue roguish romance of roguery Roxana satire says scenes scoundrel servant service of masters Sherlock Holmes Smollett Spanish spirit steal stolen story swindler tale Thackeray thief thieves tion tricks turns vagabond victim villain wicked wife woman young
Page 422 - em. But what I always says to them as has the management of matters, Mrs. Harris : ' " here she kept her eye on Mr. Pecksniff: "'be they gents or be they ladies, is, don't ask me whether I won't take none, or whether I will, but leave the bottle on the chimley-piece, and let me put my lips to it when I am so dispoged.
Page 547 - He is the Napoleon of crime, Watson. He is the organizer of half that is evil and of nearly all that is undetected in this great city. He is a genius, a philosopher, an abstract thinker. He has a brain of the first order. He sits motionless, like a spider in the centre of its web, but that web has a thousand radiations, and he knows well every quiver of each of them.
Page 376 - Homeless as he had been, — continually changing his whereabout, and, therefore, responsible neither to public opinion nor to individuals, — putting off one exterior, and snatching up another, to be soon shifted for a third, — he had never violated the innermost man, but had carried his conscience along with him.
Page 453 - The public will hear of nothing but rogues ; and the only way in which poor authors, who must live, can act honestly by the public and themselves, is to paint such thieves as they are : not dandy, poetical, rose-water thieves ; but real downright scoundrels, leading scoundrelly lives, drunken, profligate, dissolute, low ; as scoundrels will be.
Page 416 - ... has been, time out of mind, invested. The cold, wet, shelterless midnight streets of London; the foul and frowsy dens, where vice is closely packed and lacks the room to turn ; the haunts of hunger and disease, the shabby rags that scarcely hold together ; where are the attractions of these things?
Page 421 - But what," said Mr. Swiveller with a sigh, "what is the odds so long as the fire of soul is kindled at the taper of conwiviality, and the wing of friendship never moults a feather...
Page 316 - ... attitude of a person who sleeps at his ease ; then he extinguished the light, took possession of the place from whence the body had been removed, and, holding a pistol ready cocked in each hand, waited for the sequel with that determined purpose which is often the immediate production of despair. About midnight he heard the sound of feet ascending the ladder; the door was softly opened ; he saw the shadow of two men stalking towards the bed ; a dark...
Page 422 - Howler, who, having been one day discharged from the West India Docks on a false suspicion (got up expressly against him by the general enemy) of screwing gimlets into puncheons, and applying his lips to the orifice...
Page 416 - Here are no canterings on moonlit heaths, no merry-makings in the snuggest of all possible caverns, none of the attractions of dress, no embroidery, no lace, no jack-boots, no crimson coats and ruffles, none of the dash and freedom with which " the road " has been, tune out of mind, invested.