 Scrooge! a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous, old sinner! Hard and sharp as flint, from which no steel had ever struck out generous fire; secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster. The cold within him froze his...  Putnam's Magazine: Original Papers on Literature, Science, Art, and National ... - Pagina 3711868Visualizzazione completa - Informazioni su questo libro
 | Loring Holmes Dodd - 1915 - 96 pagine
...out generous fire; secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster. The cold within him froze his old features, nipped his pointed nose, shrivelled...blue; and spoke out shrewdly in his grating voice. A frosty rime was on his head, and on his eyebrows, and his wiry chin. He carried his own low temperature... | |
 | Geoffrey Rhodes - 1915 - 340 pagine
...struck out generous fire ; secret and selfcontained and solitary as an oyster. The cold within him froze his old features, nipped his pointed nose, shrivelled...blue, and spoke out shrewdly in his grating voice. A frosty rime was on his head, and on his eyebrows, and on his wiry chin. He carried his own low temperature... | |
 | Elias Hershey Sneath, George Hodges, Henry Hallam Tweedy - 1916 - 300 pagine
...solitary as an oyster. The cold within him froze his old features, nipped his pointed nose, shriveled his cheek, stiffened his gait ; made his eyes red,...blue ; and spoke out shrewdly in his grating voice. A frosty rime was on his head, and on his eyebrows, and his wiry chin. He carried his own low temperature... | |
 | William Harris Elson, Christine M. Keck - 1920 - 668 pagine
...solitary as an oyster. The cold within him froze his old features, nipped his pointed nose, shriveled his cheek, stiffened his gait; made his eyes red,...blue; and spoke out shrewdly in his grating voice. A frosty rime was on his head, and on his eyebrows, and so his wiry chin. He carried his own low temperature... | |
 | William Harris Elson, Christine M. Keck, Lura E. Runkel - 1921 - 680 pagine
...solitary as an oyster. The cold within him froze his old features, nipped 30 his pointed nose, shriveled his cheek, stiffened his gait; made his eyes red,...blue; and spoke out shrewdly in his grating voice. A frosty rime was on his head, and on his eyebrows, and his wiry chin. He carried his own low temperature... | |
 | Charles Henry Woolbert, Andrew Thomas Weaver - 1922 - 426 pagine
...with fear and wonder. SHAKESPEARE. Read the following on a Medium Level: The cold within him froze his old features, nipped his pointed nose, shrivelled...blue; and spoke out shrewdly in his grating voice. DICKENS. (b) Meanwhile that devil-may-care, the bobolink, Remembering duty, in mid-quaver, stops Just... | |
 | Charles Herbert Sylvester - 1922 - 518 pagine
...out generous fire; secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster. The cold within him froze his old features, nipped his pointed nose, shrivelled...blue; and spoke out shrewdly in his grating voice. A frosty rime was on his head, and on his eyebrows, and his wiry chin. He carried his own low temperature... | |
 | 1924 - 616 pagine
...struck out generous fire. The cold within him froze his old features, nipped his pointed nose, shriveled his cheek, stiffened his gait; made his eyes red,...blue; and spoke out shrewdly in his grating voice. A frosty rime was on his head, and on his eyebrows, and his wiry chin. He carried his own low temperature... | |
 | Emma Miller Bolenius - 1927 - 712 pagine
...out generous fire; secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster. The cold within him froze his old features, nipped his pointed nose, shrivelled...blue; and spoke out shrewdly in his grating voice. A frosty rime was on his head, and on his eye1 W1sdom of our ancestors. Edmund Burke first used the... | |
 | Charles Henry Woolbert, Severina Elaine Nelson - 1927 - 408 pagine
...struck out generous fire; secret and self contained and solitary as an oyster. The cold within him froze his old features, nipped his pointed nose, shrivelled...blue; and spoke out shrewdly in his grating voice. DICKENS: A Christmas Carol. THE RIDE I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck... | |
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