The Works of Charles Dickens, Volume 21Chapman and Hall, Limited, 1898 |
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... lives were one long noisome torture ; where prisoners disappeared for ever , none knew how or why , none dared to ask . Macallister , a mouton , or prison spy , causes , despite his verbose futile digressions , a shudder which cannot be ...
... lives were one long noisome torture ; where prisoners disappeared for ever , none knew how or why , none dared to ask . Macallister , a mouton , or prison spy , causes , despite his verbose futile digressions , a shudder which cannot be ...
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... live ? " " I can't say . " n " Shall I show her to you ? Will you come and see her ? " The answers to this question were various and contradictory . Sometimes the broken reply was , " Wait ! It would kill me if I saw her too soon ...
... live ? " " I can't say . " n " Shall I show her to you ? Will you come and see her ? " The answers to this question were various and contradictory . Sometimes the broken reply was , " Wait ! It would kill me if I saw her too soon ...
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... live ? " " I can't say . Dig - dig - dig - until an impatient movement from one of the two passengers would admonish him to pull up the window , draw his arm securely through the leathern strap , and speculate upon the two slumbering ...
... live ? " " I can't say . Dig - dig - dig - until an impatient movement from one of the two passengers would admonish him to pull up the window , draw his arm securely through the leathern strap , and speculate upon the two slumbering ...
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... live red coals . A bottle of good claret after dinner does a digger in the red coals no harm , otherwise than as it has a tendency to throw him out of work . Mr. Lorry had been idle a long time , and had just poured out his last ...
... live red coals . A bottle of good claret after dinner does a digger in the red coals no harm , otherwise than as it has a tendency to throw him out of work . Mr. Lorry had been idle a long time , and had just poured out his last ...
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... lives they live , Jacques . Am I right , Jacques ? " " You are right , Jacques , " was the response of Monsieur Defarge . This third interchange of the christian name was completed at the moment when Madame Defarge put her toothpick by ...
... lives they live , Jacques . Am I right , Jacques ? " " You are right , Jacques , " was the response of Monsieur Defarge . This third interchange of the christian name was completed at the moment when Madame Defarge put her toothpick by ...
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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!