The Works of Charles Dickens: In Thirty Volumes, Volume 11Chapman and Hall, 1881 |
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... passed within his view , at a distance of some fifty or sixty yards . It is likely enough that , rooted in the woods of France . and Norway , there were growing trees , when that sufferer was put to death , already marked by the Woodman ...
... passed within his view , at a distance of some fifty or sixty yards . It is likely enough that , rooted in the woods of France . and Norway , there were growing trees , when that sufferer was put to death , already marked by the Woodman ...
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... passed along on his way to his breakfast . The coffee - room had no other occupant , that forenoon , than the gentleman in brown . His breakfast - table was drawn before the fire , and as he sat , with its light shining on him , waiting ...
... passed along on his way to his breakfast . The coffee - room had no other occupant , that forenoon , than the gentleman in brown . His breakfast - table was drawn before the fire , and as he sat , with its light shining on him , waiting ...
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... passed before him , of a child whom he had held in his arms on the the passage across that very Channel , one cold time , when the hail drifted heavily and the sea ran high . The likeness passed away , like a breath along the surface of ...
... passed before him , of a child whom he had held in his arms on the the passage across that very Channel , one cold time , when the hail drifted heavily and the sea ran high . The likeness passed away , like a breath along the surface of ...
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... passing shadow . " Are you quite a stranger to me , sir ? " " Am I not ? " Mr. Lorry opened his hands , and extended them outwards with an argumentative smile . Between the eyebrows and just over the little feminine nose , the line of ...
... passing shadow . " Are you quite a stranger to me , sir ? " " Am I not ? " Mr. Lorry opened his hands , and extended them outwards with an argumentative smile . Between the eyebrows and just over the little feminine nose , the line of ...
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... passed from one to another , in the course of my business life , just as I pass from one of our customers to another in the course of my business day ; in short , I have no feelings ; I am a mere machine . To go on- " But this is my ...
... passed from one to another , in the course of my business life , just as I pass from one of our customers to another in the course of my business day ; in short , I have no feelings ; I am a mere machine . To go on- " But this is my ...
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Page 405 - I am the Resurrection and the Life, saith the Lord : he that believeth in Me, though he were dead, yet shall he live : and whosoever liveth and believeth in Me shall never die." The murmuring of many voices, the upturning of many faces, the pressing on of many footsteps in the outskirts of the crowd, so that it swells forward in a mass, like one great heave of water, all flashes away. Twenty-Three.
Page 401 - Guillotine. And yet there is not in France, with its rich variety of soil and climate, a blade, a leaf, a root, a sprig, a peppercorn, which will grow to maturity under conditions more certain than those that have produced this horror. Crush humanity out of shape once more, under similar hammers, and it will twist itself into the same tortured forms.
Page 405 - Yes." She kisses his lips; he kisses hers; they solemnly bless each other. The spare hand does not tremble as he releases it; nothing worse than a sweet, bright constancy is in the patient face. She goes next before him - is gone; the knitting-women count Twenty-Two. "I am the Resurrection and the Life, saith the Lord: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: and whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die.
Page 10 - A WONDERFUL fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.
Page 313 - Lord our God, arise ! Scatter his enemies, And make them fall. Confound their politics, Frustrate their knavish tricks ; On him our hopes we fix — God save us all ! Thy choicest gifts in store On him be pleased to pour ; Long may he reign.
Page 53 - TELLSON'S Bank by Temple Bar was an old-fashioned place, even in the year one thousand seven hundred and eighty. It was very small, very dark, very ugly, very incommodious. It was an old-fashioned place, moreover, in the ' moral attribute that the partners in the House were proud of its smallness, proud of its darkness, proud of its ugliness, proud of its uncoramodiousness.
Page 1 - IT was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way — in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest...
Page 107 - Let us shudder too. We may know what it is." " It will seem nothing to you. Such whims are only impressive as we originate them, I think ; they are not to be communicated. I have sometimes sat alone here of an evening, listening, until I have made the echoes out to be the echoes of all the footsteps that are coming by and by into our lives." " There is a great crowd coming one day into our lives, if that be so," Sydney Carton struck in, in his moody way.