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Page 14 - He was a most exemplary man: fuller of virtuous precept than a copy-book. Some people likened him to a direction-post, which is always telling the way to a place, and never goes there: but these were his enemies; the shadows cast by his brightness; that was all.2 His very throat was moral.
Page 151 - He did things with his hat, which nothing but an unlimited knowledge of horses and the wildest freedom of the road could ever have made him perfect in.
Page 429 - 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 268 - A ship!" Onward she comes, in gallant combat with the elements, her tall masts trembling, and her timbers starting on the strain; onward she comes, now high upon the curling billows, now low down in the hollows of the sea, as hiding for the moment from its fury; and every stormvoice in the air and water cries more loudly yet, "A ship!
Page 349 - ... it can give him any number of walking attendants, dressed in the first style of funeral fashion, and carrying batons tipped with brass ; it can give him a handsome tomb, it can give him a place in Westminster Abbey itself, if he choose to invest it in such a purchase. Oh ! do not let us say that gold is dross, when it can buy such things as these, Mrs. Gamp." " But what a blessing, sir," said Mrs. Gamp, " that there are such as you, to sell or let 'em out on hire ? " " Ay, Mrs. Gamp, you are...
Page 297 - It was rather barren of interest, to say the truth; and the greater part of it may be summed up in one word. Dollars. All their cares, hopes, joys, affections, virtues, and associations, seemed to be melted down into dollars. Whatever the chance contributions that fell into the slow cauldron of their talk, they made the gruel thick and slab with dollars. Men were weighed by their dollars, measures gauged by their dollars; life was auctioneered, appraised, put up, and Martin Chuzzlewit 227 knocked...
Page 69 - Pecksniff; but in his moral character, wherein, said they, he was full of promise, but of no performance. He was always, in a manner, going to go, and never going. When at his slowest rate of travelling, he would sometimes lift up his legs so high, and display such mighty action...
Page 153 - ... is evening — on the bosoms of the dead. Yoho! past streams, in which the cattle cool their feet, and where the rushes grow; past paddock-fences, farms, and rick-yards; past last year's stacks, cut, slice by slice, away, and showing, in the waning light, like ruined gables, old and brown. Yoho! down the pebbly dip, and through the merry water-splash, and up at a canter to the level road again. Yoho! Yoho!
Page 340 - Ah dear! When Gamp was summoned to his long home, and I see him a lying in Guy's Hospital with a penny-piece on each eye, and his wooden leg under his left arm, I thought I should have fainted away. But I bore up.
Page 268 - On, on, on, over the countless miles of angry space roll the long heaving billows. Mountains and caves are here, and yet are not; for what is now the one is now the other; then all is but a boiling heap of rushing water. Pursuit, and flight, and mad return of wave on wave, and savage...