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onsdag 28. oktober 2015


«Tør jeg spørre om Ises navn?» spurte han og klinket med henne. «Laura Isaksen!» sa hun og tømte glasset i ett drag. Hun var styggelig tørst, syntes Børson. «Hvem er De da?»«Jeg er grosserer-konsul Børson fra Olderdalen, jeg!»«Nei jasså!» Hun stakk handa under bordet og kløp ham litt i leggen.  «Er grosseren kilen?» Laura smilte og så med slørete øyne bort på Børson. Hun var uten tvil et edelt og oppriktig menneske. 


Fra side 249 i Bør Børson jr. av Johan Falkberget.



tirsdag 20. oktober 2015



"You might, from your appearance, be the wife of Lucifer," said Miss Pross, in her breathing. "Nevertheless, you shall not get the better of me. I am an Englishwoman."


Fra side 229 i A Tale of Two Cities av Charles Dickens.





mandag 19. oktober 2015


The wind is rushing after us, and the clouds are flying after us, and the moon is plunging after us, and the whole wild night is in pursuit of us; but, so far, we are pursued by nothing else.


Fra side 224 i A Tale of Two Cities av Charles Dickens. 

søndag 18. oktober 2015



To Mr. Lorry, he commended them all, and explained his worldly affairs. That done, with many added sentences of grateful friendship and warm attachment, all was done. He never thought of Carton. His mind was so full of the others, that he never once thought of him.


Fra side 218 i A Tale of Two Cities av Charles Dickens.


lørdag 17. oktober 2015



Here, Mr. Lorry became aware, from where he sat, of a most remarkable goblin shadow on the wall. Tracing it to its source, he discovered it to be caused by a sudden extraordinary rising and stiffening of all the risen and stiff hair on Mr. Cruncher's head.


Fra side 189 i A Tale Of Two Cities av Charles Dickens.



fredag 16. oktober 2015


It was such a curious corner in its acoustical properties, such a peculiar Ear of a place, that as Mr. Lorry stood at the open window, looking for the father and daughter whose steps he heard, he fancied they would never approach. Not only would the echoes die away, as though the steps had gone; but, echoes of other steps that never came would be heard in their stead, and would die away for good when they seemed close at hand.



Fra side 61 i A Tale of Two Cities av Charles Dickens.


 


torsdag 15. oktober 2015



He knew enough of the world to know that there is nothing in it better than the faithful service of the heart;


Fra side 60 i A Tale of Two Cities av Charles Dickens.


 


onsdag 14. oktober 2015


on unfavourable Sundays, he was accustomed to be with them as the family friend, talking, reading, looking out of window, and generally getting through the day;


Fra side 57 i A Tale of Two Cities av Charles Dickens.



tirsdag 13. oktober 2015


Sadly, sadly, the sun rose; it rose upon no sadder sight than the man of good abilities and good emotions, incapable of their directed exercise, incapable of his own help and his own happiness, sensible of the blight on him, and resigning himself to let it eat him away.



Fra side 57 i A Tale Of Two Cities av Charles Dickens.



mandag 12. oktober 2015


They went into a dingy room lined with books and littered with papers, where there was a blazing fire. A kettle steamed upon the hob, and in the midst of the wreck of papers a table shone, with plenty of wine upon it, and brandy, and rum, and sugar, and lemons.

Fra side 54 i A Tale of Two Cities av Charles Dickens.


søndag 11. oktober 2015


Over the prisoner's head there was a mirror, to throw the light down upon him. Crowds of the wicked and the wretched had been reflected in it, and had passed from its surface and this earth's together. Haunted in a most ghastly manner that abominable place would have been, if the glass could ever have rendered back its reflections, as the ocean is one day to give up its dead. 


Fra side 40 i A Tale of Two Cities av Charles Dickens.


lørdag 10. oktober 2015



His linen, though not of a fineness in accordance with his stockings, was as white as the tops of the waves that broke upon the neighbouring beach, or the specks of sail that glinted in the sunlight far at sea. 


Fra side 11 i A Tale of Two Cities av Charles Dickens.