The Works of Charles Dickens, Volume 21Chapman and Hall, Limited, 1898 |
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... , that distracts our sympathies , and finally leaves us in an impotent anger against the shiftless party which fell , and the fiendish party which triumphed in that fall , and 800204 then turned its fangs against itself . We are too.
... , that distracts our sympathies , and finally leaves us in an impotent anger against the shiftless party which fell , and the fiendish party which triumphed in that fall , and 800204 then turned its fangs against itself . We are too.
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Charles Dickens. then turned its fangs against itself . We are too near that chaldron of Medea , too near its brink ourselves , for the existence of a merely artistic interest . Therefore even the great Dumas did not succeed in this ...
Charles Dickens. then turned its fangs against itself . We are too near that chaldron of Medea , too near its brink ourselves , for the existence of a merely artistic interest . Therefore even the great Dumas did not succeed in this ...
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... turned to walk down the hill . " After that there gallop from Temple Bar , old lady , I won't trust your fore - legs till I get you on the level , " said this hoarse messenger , glancing at his mare . " Recalled to life . ' That's a ...
... turned to walk down the hill . " After that there gallop from Temple Bar , old lady , I won't trust your fore - legs till I get you on the level , " said this hoarse messenger , glancing at his mare . " Recalled to life . ' That's a ...
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... turned cylinder ; Hunger was shred into atomies in every farthing porringer of husky chips of potato , fried with some reluctant drops of oil . Its abiding place was in all things fitted to it . A narrow winding street , full of offence ...
... turned cylinder ; Hunger was shred into atomies in every farthing porringer of husky chips of potato , fried with some reluctant drops of oil . Its abiding place was in all things fitted to it . A narrow winding street , full of offence ...
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... turned himself about here , and , carefully feeling in the pockets of the coat he carried over his shoulder , took out a key . " The door is locked then , my friend ? " said Mr. Lorry , surprised . " Ay . Yes , " was the grim reply of ...
... turned himself about here , and , carefully feeling in the pockets of the coat he carried over his shoulder , took out a key . " The door is locked then , my friend ? " said Mr. Lorry , surprised . " Ay . Yes , " was the grim reply of ...
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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!