Chapter-7 I would have trouble saying whether I was glad or sad when my five years at Canterbury school came to a close. At 17, I was reasonably expected to make some worthwhile place for myself in the world. Such grand and misty ideas I had about the glamour of being a young man abroad […]
Chapter-6 On my way to class one Monday morning, I met Uriah in the street. He invited me to come to his home to meet his mother and share tea with them.I said I wanted to ask Mr Wickfield’s permission, and if he approved, I’d meet Uriah in the law office at six o’ clock.“Mother
Chapter-5 I travelled on foot for days, at last reaching Dover, hungry, thirsty, and worn out. I asked a carriage driver if he could tell me where Miss Betsey lived.“Trotwood?” he asked, “I know the name. Old lady?”I said she was.“Pretty stiff in the back?” he said, straightening himself up tall.“Yes,” I said, “I think
Chapter-4 The day after my mother’s funeral, Peggotty was fired from Blunderstone Rookery. With the unhappy changes that had come into the place, I hardly thought she minded leaving, but she worried terribly about me and how I would manage in such a grey and uncaring environment.I wondered, too, what was next for me. When
Chapter-3 We hadn’t gone half a mile, and my handkerchief was wet through with tears, when Peggotty burst through a hedgerow and flagged the driver to stop. She climbed into the car with me and squeezed me in her big, warm arms. Without a word she pulled from her pockets some paper bags of cookies
Chapter-2 My mother was beautiful, with silky, long hair and a youthful shape. Peggotty with no shape at all and eyes so black they seemed to darken her whole face, had such red and firm cheeks and arms that I expected birds to peck at her instead of the apples that lay in the orchard.
Chapter-1 I was born on Friday, at midnight. The clock began to strike its twelve tones and I gave my first good cry all at the same moment. According to the custom of those superstitious times, the hour and day of my birth were thought to set me up for an unlucky life, and for
Chapter-11 Before three months had passed, Rose Fleming and Harry Maylie were married in the village church which was henceforth to be the scene of the young clergyman’s labours; on the same day they entered into possession for their new and happy home.Mrs Maylie took up her abode with her son and daughter-in-law, to enjoy,
Chapter-10 The twilight was beginning to close in when Mr Brownlow alighted from a hackney-coach at his own door and knocked softly. The door being opened, a sturdy man got out of the coach and stationed himself on one side of the steps, while another man who had been seated on the box, dismounted too
Chapter-9 Upon the night when Nancy, having lulled Mr Sikes to sleep, hurried on her self-imposed mission to Rose Maylie, two persons upon whom it was expedient that this history should bestow some attention advanced towards London by the Great North Road.They were a man and a woman. The former was one of those long
Chapter-8 On the evening following that upon which the three worthies mentioned in the last chapter disposed of their little matter of business as therein narrated, Mr William Sikes, awakening from a nap, drowsily growled forth aninquity what time of night it was.The room in which Mr Sikes was situated was at no great distance
Chapter-7 Mr Bumble sat in the workhouse parlour with his eyes moodily fixed on the cheerless grate, whence, as it was summer time, no brighter gleam proceeded than the reflection of certain sickly rays of the sun which were sent back from its cold and shining surface.Mr Bumble’s laced coat and cocked hat, where were
Chapter-6 One night, Bill, Sikes, Crackit and Toby (the members of the Jew’s party) along with Oliver went out on a robbery spree. All of them except Oliver had their pistols fully loaded. In the dead of night they made their way towards a house to loot it. Now for the first time, Oliver nearly
Chapter-5 In the obscure parlour of a low public-house in the filthiest part of Little Saffron Hill, a dark and gloomy den where a flaring gaslight burnt all day in the winter time, and where no ray of sun ever shone in the summer, there sat Mr William Sikes. At his feet sat a white-coated,
Chapter-4 After a hot chase, Oliver was caught. The offence had been committed within the district, and indeed in the immediate neighbourhood of a very notorious metropolitan police office. The crown had only the satisfaction of accompanying Oliver through two or three streets and down a place called Mutton Hill, when he was led beneath