The writings of Douglas Jerrold. Collected ed, Том 3 |
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Стр. 135 - We give thee hearty thanks, for that it hath pleased thee to deliver this our brother out of the miseries of this sinful world...
Стр. 160 - Good night, good night ! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say — good night, till it be morrow.
Стр. 14 - Do you hear the rain, Mr. Caudle ? I say, DO you hear it? But I don't care; I'll go to mother's to-morrow — I will ; and what's more, I'll walk every step of the way ; and you know that will give me my death. — Don't call me a foolish woman ; it's you that's the foolish man.
Стр. 160 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false: at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Стр. 15 - I'm not going out a dowdy to please you or anybody else. Gracious knows, it isn't often that I step over the threshold; indeed, I might as well be a slave at once — better, I should say.
Стр. 23 - But it's like you. I can't speak, that you don't try to insult me. Once, I used to say you were the best creature living : now, you get quite a fiend. Do let you rest ? No, I won't let you rest. It's the only time I have to talk to you, and you shall hear me. I'm put upon all day long : it's very hard if I can't speak a word at...
Стр. 3 - Jack, this morning, knocked the shuttlecock through his bedroom window. I was going to send for the glazier to mend it ; but, after you lent that five pounds, I was sure we couldn't afford it. Oh, no ; the window must go as it is ; and pretty weather for a dear child to sleep with a broken window. He's got a cold already on his lungs, and I shouldn't at all wonder if that broken window settled him ; if the dear boy dies, his death will be upon his father's head, for I'm sure we can't now pay to mend...
Стр. 24 - That's how you men always will have all the talk to yourselves: a poor woman is n't allowed to get a word in. A nice notion you have of a wife, to suppose she's nothing to think of but her husband's buttons. A pretty notion, indeed, you have of marriage. Ha! if poor women only knew what they had to go through! — what with buttons, and one thing and another, — they'd never tie themselves up, — no, not to the best man in the world, I'm sure.
Стр. 24 - I'm worn to death with your temper, and shan't trouble you a great while. Ha, you may laugh ! And I dare say you would laugh ! I've no doubt of it ! That's your love — that's your feeling ! I know that I'm sinking every day, though I say nothing about it. And when I'm gone, we shall see how your second wife will look after your buttons. You'll find out the difference, then. Yes, Caudle, you'll think of me, then : for then, I hope, you'll never have a blessed button to your back.
Стр. 36 - em proper notions of themselves : and what, indeed, can the poor things think when they see the Briggses, and the Browns, and the Smiths — and their fathers don't make the money you do, Caudle — when they see them as fine as tulips...