Complete Works, Volume 4Estes and Lauriat, 1881 |
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admiration asked aunt Baden Barnes Newcome Battle of Assaye Baughton Bayham beautiful better Binnie blushing Brighton brother Bryanstone Square Captain carriage Charles cigar Clive Newcome Colonel Newcome cousin cries dance dare say daughter dear delight dine dinner Dorking Duchesse eyes face fancy father Fitzroy Square French Gandish gentleman girl give Grey Friars hand handsome happy hear heard heart Hobson honor India Jack Belsize Kew's kind Kiou knew Lady Ann Lady Kew laugh little Rosey London look Lord Kew Mackenzie mamma marriage marry Miss Ethel Miss Honeyman Miss Newcome Monsieur morning mother never Newcome's night noble Pall Mall Gazette Pendennis picture poor pretty Prince Ridley Rosey round says Clive Sherrick Sir Brian Smee smiling Street sure talk tell Thomas Newcome thought told took uncle walk wife window woman young fellow young lady youth
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Page 362 - The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord: and he delighteth in his way. Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down : for the Lord upholdeth him with his hand.
Page 359 - I have been young, and now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread.
Page 11 - He was a man, take him for all in all, We shall not look upon his like again: I know that statement's not original: What statement is, since Shakspere?
Page 403 - At the usual evening hour the chapel bell began to toll, and Thomas Newcome's hands outside the bed feebly beat time. And just as the last bell struck, a peculiar sweet smile shone over his face, and he lifted up his head a little, and quickly said, ' Adsum !
Page 66 - she never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm in the bud, feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought, and with a green and yellow melancholy, she sat like Patience on a monument, smiling at Grief.
Page 402 - Colonel had come into a fortune, and to buy tarts, and to see the match out /, curre, little white-haired gownboy ! Heaven speed you, little friend. After the child had gone, Thomas Newcome began to wander more and more. He talked louder ; he gave the word of command, spoke Hindustanee as if to his men. Then he spoke words in French rapidly, seizing a hand that was near him, and crying, " Toujours, toujours ! " But it was Ethel's hand which he took.
Page 42 - He either fears his fate too much or his desert is small. who dares not put it to the touch and win or lose it all...
Page 359 - A plenty of candles lights up this chapel, and this scene of age and youth, and early memories, and pompous death. How solemn the well-remembered prayers are, here uttered again in the place where in childhood we used to hear them! How beautiful and decorous the rite; how noble the ancient words of the supplications which the priest utters, and to which generations of fresh children, and troops of bygone seniors have cried Amen under these arches!
Page 402 - He is calling for you again, dear lady," she said, going up to Madame de Florae, who was still kneeling ; ' ' and just now he said he wanted Pendennis to take care of his boy. He will not know you." She hid her tears as she spoke. She went into the room where Clive was at the bed's foot ; the old man within it talked on rapidly for...
Page 358 - ... shins during service time, and how the monitor would cane us afterwards because our shins were kicked. Yonder sit forty cherry-cheeked boys, thinking about home and holidays tomorrow. Yonder sit some threescore old gentlemen pensioners of the hospital, listening to the prayers and the psalms. You hear them coughing feebly in the twilight, — the old reverend blackgowns. Is Codd Ajax alive, you wonder ? — the Cistercian lads called these old gentlemen Codds, I know not wherefore — I know...