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Page 16 - the news that he would die on Monday. The noise subsided, and he was asked if he had anything to say why sentence of death should not be passed upon him. He had resumed
Page 2 - himself for a spring, jumped for the dead man's shoulders. Missing his aim, he fell into the ditch, turning completely over as he went; and striking his head against a stone, dashed out his brains. CHAPTER LI. AFFORDING AN EXPLANATION OF MORE MYSTERIES THAN ONE, AND COMPREHENDING A PROPOSAL OF MARRIAGE WITH NO WORD OF
Page 72 - The walls and ceiling of the room were perfectly black with age and dirt. There was a deal table before the fire: upon which were a candle, stuck in a ginger-beer bottle, two or three pewter pots, a loaf and butter, and a plate. In a frying-pan which was on the fire, and which
Page 405 - the road. At his head it stood, silent, erect, and still —a living grave-stone, with its epitaph in blood. Let no man talk of murderers escaping justice, and hint that Providence must sleep. There were twenty score of violent deaths in one long minute of that agony of fear. There was a shed
Page 213 - as the limits of Field Lane are, it had its barber, its coffee-shop, its beer-shop, and its fried-fish warehouse. It is a commercial colony of itself : the emporium of petty larceny: visited at early morning, and setting-in of dusk, by silent merchants, who traffic in dark back-parlours; and who go as strangely as they come,
Page 14 - of space. From the rail before the dock, away into the sharpest angle of the smallest corner in the galleries, all looks were fixed upon one man—the Jew. Before him and behind : above, below, on the right and on the left : he seemed to stand surrounded by a firmament, all bright with gleaming eyes.
Page 53 - complaints at the fun being over so soon. " Come, my good fellow ! " said Bumble, tapping the man on the back. " They want to shut up the yard. " The man who had never once moved, since he had taken his station by the grave side, started, raised his head, stared at the person who had addressed
Page 51 - heart has dried up, for they starved her to death. I swear it before the God that saw it ! They starved her ! " He twined his hands in his hair; and, with a loud scream, rolled grovelling upon the floor : his eyes fixed, and the foam gushing from his
Page 103 - an't lined with beer ! Come in, you sneaking warmint ; wot are you stopping outside for, as if you was ashamed of your master ! Come in ! " The man who growled out these words, was a stoutlybuilt fellow of about five-and-thirty, in a black velveteen coat, very soiled drab breeches, laced-up half boots, and
Page xviii - is a Jew, because it was unfortunately true of the time to which that story refers, that that class of criminal almost invariably was a Jew. But surely no sensible man or woman of your persuasion can fail to observe—firstly, that all the rest of the wicked dramatis