The Works of Charles Dickens, Volume 21Chapman and Hall, Limited, 1898 |
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... dead long before the tale begins - or at that time children , though they figure as grown men . In Thackeray's splendid picture of the King , in Esmond , there is hardly one line or touch of colour consistent with historical verity ...
... dead long before the tale begins - or at that time children , though they figure as grown men . In Thackeray's splendid picture of the King , in Esmond , there is hardly one line or touch of colour consistent with historical verity ...
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... dead , accounts for the introduction of a character common enough , at the time and much later , the Resurrectionist . That a man in his position should practise this by - work , is , it must be admitted , not very probable . Dickens ...
... dead , accounts for the introduction of a character common enough , at the time and much later , the Resurrectionist . That a man in his position should practise this by - work , is , it must be admitted , not very probable . Dickens ...
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... dead , and then got shot dead himself by the other four , " in consequence of the failure of his ammunition : " after which the mail was robbed in peace ; that magnificent potentate , the Lord Mayor of London , was made to stand and ...
... dead , and then got shot dead himself by the other four , " in consequence of the failure of his ammunition : " after which the mail was robbed in peace ; that magnificent potentate , the Lord Mayor of London , was made to stand and ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... Dead Sea fruit to black divinities of the feminine gender - and he made his formal bow to Miss Manette . " Pray take a seat , sir . " In a very clear and pleasant young voice ; a little foreign in its accent , but a very little indeed ...
... Dead Sea fruit to black divinities of the feminine gender - and he made his formal bow to Miss Manette . " Pray take a seat , sir . " In a very clear and pleasant young voice ; a little foreign in its accent , but a very little indeed ...
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Page 12 - 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!