The works of Charles Dickens. Household ed. [22 vols. Orig. issued in monthly parts].1871 |
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... father , whom I never saw - so long dead- Mr. Lorry moved in his chair , and cast a troubled look towards the hospital procession of Negro Cupids . As if they had any help for anybody in their absurd baskets ! " Rendered it necessary ...
... father , whom I never saw - so long dead- Mr. Lorry moved in his chair , and cast a troubled look towards the hospital procession of Negro Cupids . As if they had any help for anybody in their absurd baskets ! " Rendered it necessary ...
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... father , the gentleman was of repute in Paris . I had the honour of knowing him there . Our rela- tions were ... father's story , sir ; and I begin to think " the curiously - roughened fore- head was very intent upon him- " that when I ...
... father , the gentleman was of repute in Paris . I had the honour of knowing him there . Our rela- tions were ... father's story , sir ; and I begin to think " the curiously - roughened fore- head was very intent upon him- " that when I ...
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... father , she left you , at two years old , to grow to be blooming , beautiful , and happy , without the dark cloud upon you of living in uncertainty whether your father soon . wore his heart out in prison , or wasted there through many ...
... father , she left you , at two years old , to grow to be blooming , beautiful , and happy , without the dark cloud upon you of living in uncertainty whether your father soon . wore his heart out in prison , or wasted there through many ...
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... father . " Rendered in a manner desperate by her state , and by the beckoning of their conductor , he drew over his neck the arm that shook upon his shoulder , lifted her a little , and hurried her into the room . He set her down just ...
... father . " Rendered in a manner desperate by her state , and by the beckoning of their conductor , he drew over his neck the arm that shook upon his shoulder , lifted her a little , and hurried her into the room . He set her down just ...
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Charles Dickens. THE SHOEMAKER . FATHER AND CHILD . walking - shoe . It is in the present mode . I never saw the mode . I have had a pattern in my hand . " He glanced at the shoe with some little passing touch of pride . " And the ...
Charles Dickens. THE SHOEMAKER . FATHER AND CHILD . walking - shoe . It is in the present mode . I never saw the mode . I have had a pattern in my hand . " He glanced at the shoe with some little passing touch of pride . " And the ...
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Page 2 - ... 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 authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative...
Page 6 - A WONDERFUL fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it!
Page 175 - 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 2 - 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...
Page 175 - Six tumbrils roll along the streets. Change these back again to what they were, thou powerful enchanter, Time, and they shall be seen to be the carriages of absolute monarchs, the equipages of feudal nobles, the toilettes of flaring Jezebels, the churches that are not my father's house but dens of thieves, the huts of millions of starving peasants!
Page 6 - I stood in ignorance on the shore. My friend is dead, my neighbour is dead, my love, the darling of my soul, is dead; it is the inexorable consolidation and perpetuation of the secret that was always in that individuality; and which I shall carry in mine to my life's end. In any of the burial-places in this city through which I pass, is there a sleeper more inscrutable than its busy inhabitants are, in their innermost personality, to me, or than I am to them?