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Winkle's would, perhaps, fit you better. The stranger took Mr. Winkle's measure with his eye, and that feature glistened with satisfaction as he said, 'Just the thing. Mr. Tupman looked round him. The wine, which had exerted its somniferous influence over Mr. Snodgrass and Mr. Winkle, had stolen upon the senses of Mr. Pickwick.
Winkle took up his quarters at the "Bush," there only to encounter later in the day "the figure of the vindictive and sanguinary Dowler" himself. Explanations soon smoothed over their little differences, and they parted for the night "with many protestations of eternal friendship." In the meantime, Sam Weller had been sent posthaste on Mr. Winkle's heels with instructions from Mr.
He said it was only one of the acts of a man instinctively barbarous. His name was Gumber Col. Gumber. He has been a prominent politician since the war, holding important positions. You know, these matters are like Rip Van Winkle's drinks they don't count, especially against them." "'But among Christian people they should, said Dr. Adams. "'That is true, but it does not.
You used a threat against me last night, Sir, a dreadful threat, Sir. Here Mr. Winkle turned very pale indeed, and stopped short. 'I did, said Dowler, with a countenance almost as white as Mr. Winkle's. 'Circumstances were suspicious. They have been explained. I respect your bravery. Your feeling is upright. Conscious innocence. There's my hand. Grasp it. 'Really, Sir, said Mr.
Being "one of the oldest-established," it must have been there at the time of the Pickwickian visit. At the Bull, they show you "Mr. Pickwick's room" as well as Tupman's and Winkle's Boz's very particular description enables this to be done. Mr.
The Royal Crescent, with its fine air and fine view, always strikes one with admiration as a unique and original monument: the size and proportions are so truly grand. The whole scene of Mr. Winkle's escapade here is extraordinarily vivid, and so protracted, while Mrs.
I feel like a rabbit with its foot in a trap, listening to the traffic on the main road like a newly fledged bird brought down with a broken wing among the dead leaves of Rip Van Winkle's sleeping-place. "Why, Alice, just think of it! There's not a person or a thing in and out of this house that's not old.
Winkle's coat? or who has not seen in fancy the "gypsy-tramp," the "show-tramp," the "cheap jack," the "tramp-children," and the "Irish hoppers" all passing over "the Kentish Road, bordered" in their favorite resting-place "on either side by a wood, and having on one hand, between the road-dust and the trees, a skirting patch of grass?
Weller planted his hands on his knees, and looked full in Mr. Winkle's face, with an expression of countenance which showed that he had not the remotest intention of being trifled with. 'You're a amiably-disposed young man, Sir, I don't think, resumed Mr.
He had long yellow hair, and a beard like Rip van Winkle's, and large white hands; and he was altogether one of the most striking individuals you ever saw." "It is evident that you know him, Mr. Barker, and that he has told you the story. Though how you should have known it was I " "Guess-work and my friend's description." "But how do you come to be intimate with German professors, Mr. Barker?
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