 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 Third Eclectic Reader - 335. oldalszerző: William Holmes McGuffey - 1879 - 160 oldalTeljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | 1822 - 694 oldal
...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 haudfuls of the scorched skin with the flesh next it, and was cramming it down his throat in his beastly... | |
 | William Hone - 1825 - 842 oldal
...fumbled at the pig. It did not burn him so much now, still he licked his fingers from a sort of habit. wo men, one to beare or hold it, another to beare...(besides that every one had a strawen hat, with a hnndt'uls of the scorched skin with the flesh next it, and was cramming it down his throat in his beastly... | |
 | William Hone - 1826 - 882 oldal
...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 aandfuls of the scorched skin with the flesh next it, and was cramming it down his throat in his beastly... | |
 | William Hone - 1826 - 892 oldal
...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 hand fuis of the scorched skin with the flesh next it, and was cramming it down his throat in his beastly... | |
 | William Hone - 1868 - 846 oldal
...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 aandfuls of the scorched skin with the flesh next it, and was cramming it down his throat in his beastly... | |
 | 1835 - 432 oldal
...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, 8 began to rain blows upon the young rogue's shoulders,... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1835 - 440 oldal
...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 hand fuls of the scorched skin with the flesh next it, and was cramming it down his throat in his beastly... | |
 | William Hone - 1835 - 876 oldal
...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 handmls of the scorched skin with the flesh next it, and was cramming it down his throat in his beastly... | |
 | 1835 - 430 oldal
...fumbled at the pig. It did not bum him so much now, still he licked his fingers from a sort of hahit. The truth at length broke into his slow understanding,...so delicious ; and, surrendering himself up to the new-bom pleasure, he fell to tearing up whole handfuls of the scorched skin with the flesh next it,... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1836 - 362 oldal
...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,... | |
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