 Again he felt and fumbled at the pig. It did not burn him so much now ; still, he licked his fingers from a sort of habit. The truth at length broke into his slow understanding that it was the pig that smelt so, and the pig that tasted so delicious...  McGuffey's Fourth Eclectic Reader - Страница 335по William Holmes McGuffey - 1879 - 256 странициПълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | William Hone - 1837 - 954 страници
...fumbled at the pig. It did not burn him so much now, still he licked his fingers from a sort of habit. The truth at length broke into his slow understanding,...and, surrendering himself up to the newborn pleasure, lie fell to tearing up whole handfuls of the scorched skin with the flesh next it, and was cramming... | |
 | Charles Lamb, Thomas Noon Talfourd - 1838 - 486 страници
...fumbled at the pig. It did not burn him so much now, still he licked his fingers from a sort of habit. The truth at length broke into his slow understanding,...the new-born pleasure, he fell to tearing up whole handfiils of the scorched skin with the flesh next it, and was cramming it down his throat in his beastly... | |
 | William Hone - 1839 - 874 страници
...fumbled at the pig. It did not burn him so much now, still he licked his fingers from a sort of habit. The truth at length broke into his slow understanding,...the newborn pleasure, he fell to tearing up whole Itandfuls of the scorched skin with the flesh next it, and was cramming it down his throat in his beastly... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1840 - 304 страници
...fumbled at the pig. It did not burn him so much now,, still he licked his fingers from a sort of habit. The truth at length broke into his slow understanding,...sire entered amid the smoking rafters, armed with retributory cudgel, and finding how affairs stood, began to rain blows upon the young rogue's shoulders,... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1845 - 396 страници
...fumbled at the pig. It did not burn him so much now, still he licked his fingers from a sort of habit. The truth at length broke into his slow understanding,...the new-born pleasure, he fell to tearing up whole handfulls of the scorched skin with the flesh next it, and was cramming it down his throat in his beastly... | |
 | Charles Lamb, Sir Thomas Noon Talfourd - 1851 - 964 страници
...fumbled at the pig. It did not burn him so much now, still he licked his fingers from a sort of habit. The truth at length broke into his slow understanding,...cramming it down his throat in his beastly fashion, when h'' sire entered amid the smoking rafters, armed with retributory cudgel, and finding how affairs stood,... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1852 - 684 страници
...fumbled at the pig. It did not burn him so much now, still he licked his fingers from a sort of habit. yl6 }n hie beastly fashion, when his sire entered amid the smoking rafters, armed with retributory cudgel,... | |
 | William Pulleyn - 1853 - 474 страници
...fumbled at the pig. It did not burn him so much now, still he licked his fingers from a sort of habit. The truth, at length, broke into his slow understanding, that it was the pig that smelled so, and the pig that tasted so delicious ; and, surrendering himself up to the newborn pleasure,... | |
 | Samuel Maunder - 1853 - 478 страници
...pig. It did not burn him so much now, still he licked his' fingers from a sort of habit. The truth, nt length, broke into his slow understanding, that it was the pig that smelled so, and the pig that tasted so delicious ; and, surrendering himself up to the newborn pleasure,... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1855 - 798 страници
...fumbled at the pig. It did not burn him so much now, still he licked his fingers from a sort of habit. The truth at length broke into his slow understanding,...it down his throat in his beastly fashion, when his eire entered amid the smoking rafters, armed with retributorj. cudgel, and finding how affairs stood,... | |
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