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Page 279 - If the law supposes that,' said Mr. Bumble, squeezing his hat emphatically in both hands, 'the law is a ass — a idiot. If that's the eye of the law, the law is a bachelor; and the worst I wish the law is, that his eye may be opened by experience — by experience.
Page 297 - One time he raved and blasphemed, and at another howled and tore his hair. Venerable men of his own persuasion had come to pray beside him, but he had driven them away with curses. They renewed their charitable efforts, and he beat them off.
Page 279 - It was all Mrs. Bumble — she would do it — " urged Mr. Bumble ; first looking round to ascertain that his partner had left the room. "That is no excuse," replied Mr. Brownlow. "You were present on the occasion of the destruction of these trinkets , and, indeed, are the more guilty of the two in the eye of the law, for the law supposes that your wife acts under your direction.
Page 306 - He struggled with the power of desperation, for an instant; and then sent up cry upon cry that penetrated even those massive walls, and rang in their ears until they reached the open yard. It was some time before they left the prison. Oliver nearly swooned after this frightful scene, and was so weak that for an hour or more, he had not the strength to walk.
Page 208 - Every object before him, substance or shadow, still or moving, took the semblance of some fearful thing ; but these fears were nothing compared to the sense that haunted him of that morning's ghastly figure following at his heels. He could trace its shadow in the gloom, supply the smallest item of the outline, and note how stiff and solemn it seemed to stalk along. He could hear its garments rustling in the leaves, and every breath of wind came laden with that last low cry. If he stopped it did the...
Page 298 - ... able to consider more than the dim "probability of dying so soon. He had spoken little to either of the two men who relieved each other in their attendance upon him, and they, for their parts, made no effort to rouse his attention. He had sat there awake, but dreaming. Now he started up every minute, and with gasping mouth and burning skin hurried to and fro, in such a paroxysm of fear and wrath that even they — used to such sights — recoiled from him with horror.
Page 197 - OF all bad deeds that, under cover of the darkness, had been committed within wide London's bounds since night hung over it, that was the worst. Of all the horrors that rose with an ill scent upon the morning air, that was the foulest and most cruel.
Page 209 - ... with desperate determination, resolved to beat this phantom off, though it should look him dead ; but the hair rose on his head, and his blood stood still : for it had turned with him and was behind him then. He had kept it before him that morning, but it was behind him now — always.
Page 135 - I never see such an out-and-out young wagabond, your worship," observed the officer with a grin. " Do you mean to say anything, you young shaver ? " "No," replied the Dodger, "not here, for this ain't the shop for justice ; besides which, my attorney is a-breakfasting this morning with the...