The Mystery of Edwin Drood
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The Mystery of Edwin Drood

Автор: Charles Dickens

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Издательство: Пальмира|Книга по Требованию

Год: 2017

Место издания: Санкт-Петербург | Москва

ISBN: 978-5-521-00188-0

Страниц: 285

Артикул: 12174

Возрастная маркировка: 12+

Электронная книга
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Содержание книги "The Mystery of Edwin Drood"


I. The Dawn
II. A Dean, and a Chapter Also
III. The Nuns' House
IV. Mr. Sapsea
V. Mr. Durdles and Friend
VI. Philanthropy in Minor Canon Corner
VII. More Confidences Than One
VIII. Daggers Drawn
IX. Birds in the Bush
X. Smoothing the Way
XI. A Picture and a Ring
XII. A Night With Durdles
XIII. Both at Their Best
XIV. When Shall These Three Meet Again?
XV. Impeached
XVI. Devoted
XVII. Philanthropy, Professional and Unprofessional
XVIII. A Settler in Cloisterham
XIV. Shadow On the Sun-dial
XV. A Flight
XVI. A Recognition
XVII. A Gritty State of Things Comes On
XVIII. The Dawn Again

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54 CHAPTER VI-PHILANTHROPY I N MINOR CANON CORNER The Reverend Septimus Crisparkle (Septimus, because six little brother Crisparkles before him went out, one by one, as they were born, like six weak little rushlights, as they were lighted), having broken the thin morning ice near Cloisterham Weir with his amiable head, much to the invigoration of his frame, was now assisting his circulation by boxing at a looking-glass with great science and prowess. A fresh and healthy portrait the looking- glass presented of the Reverend Septimus, feinting and dodging with the utmost artfulness, and hitting out from the shoulder with the utmost straightness, while his radiant features teemed with innocence, and soft-hearted benevolence beamed from his boxing- gloves. It was scarcely breakfast-time yet, for Mrs. Crisparkle—mother, not wife of the Reverend Septimus—was only just down, and waiting for the urn. Indeed, the Reverend Septimus left off at this very moment to take the pretty old lady's entering face between his boxing-gloves and kiss it. Having done so with tenderness, the Reverend Septimus turned to again, countering with his left, and putting in his right, in a tremendous manner. T say, every morning of my life, that youTl do it at last, Sept, ' remarked the old lady, looking on; 'and so you w i l l . ' 'Do what, Ma dear? ' 'Break the pier-glass, or burst a blood-vessel.' 'Neither, please God, Ma dear. Here's wind, Ma. Look at this! ' In a concluding round of great severity, the Reverend Septimus administered and escaped all sorts of punishment, and wound up by getting the old lady's cap into Chancery—such is the technical term used in scientific circles by the learned in the Noble Art— with a lightness of touch that hardly stirred the lightest lavender or cherry riband on it. Magnanimously releasing the defeated, just in time to get his gloves into a drawer and feign to be looking out of window in a contemplative state of mind when a servant entered, the Reverend ...