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Send forth the child and childish man together, and blush for the pride that libels our own old happy state, and gives its title to an ugly and distorted image.
The Old Curiosity Shop (1841)
"And if it's proud to have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts," Miss Jenny struck in, flushed, "she is proud."
Our Mutual Friend (1864)
I know'd what 'ud come o' this here mode o' doin' business. Oh, Sammy, Sammy, vy worn't there a alleybi!
Pickwick Papers (1836)
I only know two sorts of boys. Mealy boys, and beef-faced boys.
Oliver Twist (1838)
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.
Great Expectations (1860)
Fan the sinking flame of hilarity with the wing of friendship; and pass the rosy wine.
The Old Curiosity Shop (1841)
The wind's in the east * * * I am always conscious of an uncomfortable sensation now and then when the wind is blowing in the east.
What is the odds so long as the fire of souls is kindled at the taper of conviviality, and the wing of friendship never moults a feather?
"God bless us every one!" said Tiny Tim, the last of all.
A Christmas Carol (1963)
I am the only child of parents who weighed, measured, and priced everything; for whom what could not be weighed, measured, and priced, had no existence.
Little Dorrit (1855)
That's the state to live and die in!...R-r-rich!
Our Mutual Friend (1864)
But he was an altered man, and he could not bear the thought of returning to a place where his repentance would be scoffed at, and his reformation disbelieved.
The Pickwick Papers (1837)
A demd damp, moist, unpleasant body.
"Is that his child?" said Madame Defarge, stopping in her work for the first time, and pointing her knitting-needle at little Lucie as if it were the finger of Fate.
Father is rather vulgar, my dear. The word Papa, besides, gives a pretty form to the lips. Papa, potatoes, poultry, prunes and prism are all very good words for the lips; especially prunes and prism.
A merry Christmas to everybody! A happy New Year to all the world!
She had gained a reputation for beauty, and (which is often another thing) was beautiful.
I don't care whether I am a Minx or a Sphinx.
Our Mutual Friend (1864)
I used to sit, think, think, thinking, till I felt as lonesome as a kitten in a wash–house copper with the lid on.
Sketches by Boz (1836)
Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart.