The Merchant's Clerk: And Other TalesHarper & Brothers, 1836 - 366 Seiten |
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... Carl Koëcker , a student of Goettingen University , having sipped his last cup of coffee , was sitting thoughtfully in his room , with his feet crossed and resting on the fender of his little fireplace . His eyes were fixed on the fire ...
... Carl Koëcker , a student of Goettingen University , having sipped his last cup of coffee , was sitting thoughtfully in his room , with his feet crossed and resting on the fender of his little fireplace . His eyes were fixed on the fire ...
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... Carl himself , he was of " goodly look and stat- ure . " His shirt neck lay open , with the spotless collar turned down on each side ; his right hand lay in his bosom , and his left , leaning on the table , supported his " learning ...
... Carl himself , he was of " goodly look and stat- ure . " His shirt neck lay open , with the spotless collar turned down on each side ; his right hand lay in his bosom , and his left , leaning on the table , supported his " learning ...
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... Carl Koëcker , it was said , among the number . He was cunning enough , however , to avoid any possible pretext for offence , by saying little - and even that little in disparagement of the objectionable doctrines . Carl had just set ...
... Carl Koëcker , it was said , among the number . He was cunning enough , however , to avoid any possible pretext for offence , by saying little - and even that little in disparagement of the objectionable doctrines . Carl had just set ...
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... Carl Koëcker , I say — let me in ! ” " Let you in ! Der teufel ! " " Come , come - open the door ! " " Who are you ? Who the d - l are you , I say ? " continued Carl , pressing his right hand and knee against the door . " Let me in at ...
... Carl Koëcker , I say — let me in ! ” " Let you in ! Der teufel ! " " Come , come - open the door ! " " Who are you ? Who the d - l are you , I say ? " continued Carl , pressing his right hand and knee against the door . " Let me in at ...
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... Carl ! shut the door , and sit down here , " continued the stranger , entreatingly . Carl , completely bewildered , obeyed , and sat down in a chair opposite the stranger . The latter seemed not unlike a Jew pedler . He was small in ...
... Carl ! shut the door , and sit down here , " continued the stranger , entreatingly . Carl , completely bewildered , obeyed , and sat down in a chair opposite the stranger . The latter seemed not unlike a Jew pedler . He was small in ...
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agitation arms baronet Bill Fowler Bloomsbury Square bracelet Bullion House Carl Carl's carriage chair coach companion continued counting house daughter dear Dick door dreadful Drysalt Ebury exclaimed eyes father fearful feelings fell fellow felt Forster gasped guineas hand head hear heard heart highwaymen Hillary's honour horse hour hurried husband inquired instantly lady length letter lips looked Lord Scamp Lord Squander lordship ma'am magistrate matter Mincing Lane mind Miss Hillary monk morning never Newfoundland dog night o'clock Old Bailey opened Oxleigh paused pistol poor Elliott PORCELLIAN CLUB present prisoner pugilism replied scarce scene seat seemed servant silence Sir Diggory Sir William Gwynne sitting soon stairs stood stranger suddenly sure tell thee thing thought tion tone Topknot trembling turned uttered voice wagoner walked whispered wife William Fowler words worship wretched
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 349 - Through the high wood echoing shrill: Sometime walking, not unseen, By Hedge-row Elms, on Hillocks green, Right against the Eastern gate Where the great Sun begins his state...
Seite 115 - It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep.
Seite 9 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Seite 349 - Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight ; While the ploughman, near at hand, ' Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Seite 288 - For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, And, though a late, a sure reward succeeds.