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205 ÆäÀÌÁö - You were in the passage and yet saw nothing of what was going forward. Have you a pair of eyes, Mr. Weller ? " "Yes, I have a pair of eyes," replied Sam, "and that's just it. If they wos a pair o' patent double million magnifyin' gas microscopes of hextra power, p'raps I might be able to see through a flight o' stairs and a deal door ; but bein' only eyes you see, my wision's limited.
10 ÆäÀÌÁö - tis no matter ; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? no : or an arm ? no : or take away the grief of a wound ? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then ? no. What is honour ? a word. What is in that word honour ? what is that honour ? air. A trim reckoning ! Who hath it ? he that died o
256 ÆäÀÌÁö - Then, sir, she should have a supercilious knowledge in accounts; and as she grew up, I would have her instructed in geometry, that she might know something of the contagious countries. But above all, Sir Anthony, she should be mistress of orthodoxy, that she might not misspell and mispronounce words so shamefully as girls usually do; and likewise that she might reprehend the true meaning of what she is saying.
225 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... that the establishment I can offer would be any other than highly desirable. My situation in life, my connections with the family of De Bourgh, and my relationship to your own, are circumstances highly in my...
255 ÆäÀÌÁö - In my way hither, Mrs. Malaprop, I observed your niece's maid coming forth from a circulating library! — She had a book in each hand — they were half-bound volumes, with marble covers! — from that moment I guessed how full of duty I should see her mistress ! Mrs.
285 ÆäÀÌÁö - For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine ; But we've wander'd mony a weary foot Sin auld lang syne.
228 ÆäÀÌÁö - Taint in poetry, is it ?" interposed his father. " No, no/' replied Sam. " Wery glad to hear it," said Mr. Weller. " Poetry's unnat'ral ; no man ever talked poetry 'cept a beadle on boxin...
229 ÆäÀÌÁö - circumscribed, that's it." '• That ain't as good a word as circumwented, Sammy," said Mr. Weller gravely. "Think not?" said Sam. " Nothin' like it," replied his father. " But don't you think it means more ? " inquired Sam. " Veil p'raps it is a more tenderer word,
229 ÆäÀÌÁö - is, that there ain't no callin' names in it, — no Wenuses, nor nothin' o' that kind. Wot's the good o' callin' a young 'ooman a Wenus or a angel, Sammy?
81 ÆäÀÌÁö - I care not how fast it rolls on, while such purl on the bank still is growing, and such eyes light the waves as they run. Marchioness, your health.