`If the law supposes that,' said Mr Bumble, . . . `the law is a ass - a idiot.' |
`Somebody's sharp.' `Who is?' asked the gentleman, laughing . . . `Only Brooks of Sheffield,' said Mr Murdstone. |
`That's rather a sudden pull up, ain't it, Sammy?' inquired Mr Weller. `Not a bit on it,' said Sam; `she'll vish there wos more, and that's the great art o' letter writin'.' |
. . . Charles Darnay seemed to stand in a company of the dead. Ghosts all! The ghost of beauty, the ghost of stateliness, the ghost of elegance, the ghost of pride, the ghost of frivolity, the ghost of wit, the ghost of youth, the ghost of age, all waiting their dismissal from the desolate shore, all turning on him eyes that were changed by the death they had died in coming there. |
. . . I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul. In my degradation I have not been so degraded but that the sight of you with your father, and of this home made such a home by you, has stirred old shadows that I thought had died out of me. Since I knew you, I have been troubled by a remorse that I thought would never reproach me again, and have heard whispers from old voices impelling me upward, that I thought were silent for ever. I have had unformed ideas of striving afresh, beginning anew, shaking off sloth and sensuality, and fighting out the abandoned fight. A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it. |
. . . in seclusion, she had secluded herself from a thousand natural and healing influences; that, her mind, brooding solitary, had grown diseased, as all minds do and must and will that reverse the appointed order of their Maker . . . |
. . . it is a principle of his that no man who was not a true gentleman at heart, ever was, since the world began, a true gentleman in manner. He says, no varnish can hide the grain of the wood; and that the more varnish you put on, the more the grain will express itself. |
. . . judiciously show a cat milk, if you wish her to thirst for it. Judiciously show a dog his natural prey, if you wish him to bring it down one day. |
. . . she indulged in melancholy - that cheapest and most accessible of luxuries . . . |
. . . when the locked door opens, and there comes in a young woman, deadly pale, and with long fair hair, who glides to the fire, and sits down in the chair we have left there, wringing her hands. |
. . .suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be. I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape. |
'Battledore and shuttlecock's a wery good game, vhen you ain't the shuttlecock and two lawyers the battledores, in which case it gets too excitin' to be pleasant |
'Tis love that makes the world go round, my baby |
"God bless us every one!" said Tiny Tim, the last of all |
[And the holiday season is a time in which thoughts and efforts naturally turn in this direction.] We choose this time, ... because it is a time, of all others, when Want is keenly felt, and Abundance rejoices. |