Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens, Fiction, Classics, Literary
- Išparduota
As Oliver gave this first proof of the free and proper action of his lungs, the patchwork coverlet which was carelessly flung over the iron bedstead, rustled; the pale face of a young woman was raised feebly from the pillow; and a faint voice imperfectly articulated the words, "Let me see the child, and die." The surgeon had been sitting with his face turned towards the fire: giving the palms of his hands a warm and a rub alternately. As the young woman spoke, he rose, and advancing to the bed'…
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- Autorius: Charles Dickens
- Leidėjas Wildside Press
- Metai: 2004
- Puslapiai: 392
- ISBN-10 : 0809597551
- ISBN-13 : 9780809597550
- Formatas: 15.2 x 22.9 x 2.7 cm, kieti viršeliai
- Kalba: Anglų
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As Oliver gave this first proof of the free and proper action of his lungs, the patchwork coverlet which was carelessly flung over the iron bedstead, rustled; the pale face of a young woman was raised feebly from the pillow; and a faint voice imperfectly articulated the words, "Let me see the child, and die." The surgeon had been sitting with his face turned towards the fire: giving the palms of his hands a warm and a rub alternately. As the young woman spoke, he rose, and advancing to the bed's head, said, with more kindness than might have been expected of him: "Oh, you must not talk about dying yet."
Išparduota
- Autorius: Charles Dickens
- Leidėjas Wildside Press
- Metai: 2004
- Puslapiai: 392
- ISBN-10: 0809597551
- ISBN-13: 9780809597550
- Formatas 15.2 x 22.9 x 2.7 cm, kieti viršeliai
- Kalba: Anglų
As Oliver gave this first proof of the free and proper action of his lungs, the patchwork coverlet which was carelessly flung over the iron bedstead, rustled; the pale face of a young woman was raised feebly from the pillow; and a faint voice imperfectly articulated the words, "Let me see the child, and die." The surgeon had been sitting with his face turned towards the fire: giving the palms of his hands a warm and a rub alternately. As the young woman spoke, he rose, and advancing to the bed's head, said, with more kindness than might have been expected of him: "Oh, you must not talk about dying yet."
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