The Works of Charles Dickens, Volume 21Chapman and Hall, Limited, 1898 |
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... hair , standing jaggedly all over it , and growing down hill almost to his broad , blunt nose . It was so like smith's work , so much more like the top of a strongly spiked wall than a head of hair , that the best of players at leap ...
... hair , standing jaggedly all over it , and growing down hill almost to his broad , blunt nose . It was so like smith's work , so much more like the top of a strongly spiked wall than a head of hair , that the best of players at leap ...
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... hair , he would suddenly fall away to dust . The passenger would then start to himself , and lower the window , to get the reality of mist and rain on his cheek . Yet even when his eyes were opened on the mist and rain , on the moving ...
... hair , he would suddenly fall away to dust . The passenger would then start to himself , and lower the window , to get the reality of mist and rain on his cheek . Yet even when his eyes were opened on the mist and rain , on the moving ...
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... hair , but which looked far more as though it were spun from filaments of silk or glass . His linen , though not of a fineness in accordance with his stockings , was as white as the tops of the waves that broke upon the neighbouring ...
... hair , but which looked far more as though it were spun from filaments of silk or glass . His linen , though not of a fineness in accordance with his stockings , was as white as the tops of the waves that broke upon the neighbouring ...
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... hair , a pair of blue eyes that met his own with an inquiring look , and a forehead with a singular capacity ( remembering how young and smooth it was ) of lifting and knitting itself into an expression that was not quite one of ...
... hair , a pair of blue eyes that met his own with an inquiring look , and a forehead with a singular capacity ( remembering how young and smooth it was ) of lifting and knitting itself into an expression that was not quite one of ...
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... hair ; as if he pictured to himself that it might have been already tinged with grey . " You know that your parents had no great possession , and that what they had was secured to your mother and to you . There has been no new discovery ...
... hair ; as if he pictured to himself that it might have been already tinged with grey . " You know that your parents had no great possession , and that what they had was secured to your mother and to you . There has been no new discovery ...
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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!