The works of Charles Dickens. Household ed. [22 vols. Orig. issued in monthly parts].1871 |
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... hours with clean boots , he often got up next morning to find the same boots covered with clay . " What , " said Mr. Cruncher , varying his apostrophe after missing his mark- " what are you up to , Aggerawayter ? " " I was only saying ...
... hours with clean boots , he often got up next morning to find the same boots covered with clay . " What , " said Mr. Cruncher , varying his apostrophe after missing his mark- " what are you up to , Aggerawayter ? " " I was only saying ...
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... hour detecting his in- famy , had resolved to immolate the traitor he could no longer cherish in his bosom on the sacred altar of his country . That , if statues were decreed in Britain , as in ancient Greece and Rome , to public ...
... hour detecting his in- famy , had resolved to immolate the traitor he could no longer cherish in his bosom on the sacred altar of his country . That , if statues were decreed in Britain , as in ancient Greece and Rome , to public ...
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... hour did he come on board ? " " At a little after midnight . " " In the dead of the night . Was he the only passenger who came on board at that untimely hour ? " " He happened to be the only one . "
... hour did he come on board ? " " At a little after midnight . " " In the dead of the night . Was he the only passenger who came on board at that untimely hour ? " " He happened to be the only one . "
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... hour and a half limped heavily away in the thief - and - rascal - crowded passages below , even though assisted off with mutton - pies and ale . The hoarse messenger , uncomfortably seated on a form after taking that refection , had ...
... hour and a half limped heavily away in the thief - and - rascal - crowded passages below , even though assisted off with mutton - pies and ale . The hoarse messenger , uncomfortably seated on a form after taking that refection , had ...
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... hour later . " 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 ...
... hour later . " 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 ...
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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?