An inebriated elderly gentleman in the last depths of shabbiness... played the calm and virtuous old men. — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Don’t you read or get read to?” The old man shakes his head with sharp sly triumph. “No, no. We have never… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
As he glided stealthily along, creeping beneath the shelter of the walls and doorways, the hideous old man seemed like some loathsome… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childish days; that can recall to the old man… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“For the same reason that I am not a hoarder of money,' said the old man, 'I am not lavish of it.… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The haggard aspect of the little old man was wonderfully suited to the place; he might have groped among old churches and… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Father Time is not always a hard parent and though he tarries for none of his children, often lays his hand lightly… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“We write these words now, many miles distant from the spot at which, year after year, we met on that day, a… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“What, you’re looking at my lodger’s birds, Mr. Jarndyce?” The old man had come by little and little into the room, until… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“We are thankful to come here for rest, sir," said Jenny. "You see, you don't know what the rest of this place… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Mr Plornish to the Marshalsea College. Previous to his son-in-law's difficulties coming to that head, Old Nandy (he was always so called… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“I see Barsad, and Cly, Defarge, The Vengeance, the Juryman, the Judge, long ranks of the new oppressors who have risen on… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“They said of him, about the city that night, that it was the peacefullest man's face ever beheld there. Many added that… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“All other swindlers upon earth are nothing to the self-swindlers, and with such pretences did I cheat myself. Surely a curious thing. That I… — Charles Dickens Copy Share
... Arthur Gride, whose bleared eyes gloated only over the outward beauties, and were blind to the spirit which reigned within, evinced - a… — Charles Dickens Copy Share
There can be no disparity in marriage like unsuitability of mind and purpose. — Charles Dickens Copy Share
I have tried to resign myself, and to console myself; and that, I hope, I may have done imperfectly; but what I cannot firmly… — Charles Dickens Copy Share
“The suspense: the fearful, acute suspense: of standing idly by while the life of one we dearly love, is trembling in the balance; the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share
“Mrs. Joe was a very clean housekeeper, but had an exquisite art of making her cleanliness more uncomfortable and unacceptable than dirt itself.” — Charles Dickens Copy Share
“evening, they began to think that although he could never hope to be an Englishman, still it would be hard to visit that affliction… — Charles Dickens Copy Share
“Besides which, all that I could have said of the Story to any purpose, I had endeavoured to say in it.” — Charles Dickens Copy Share
“The wheels rolled on, and rolled down by the Monument, and by the Tower; and by the Docks; down by Ratcliffe, and by Rotherhithe;… — Charles Dickens Copy Share
“The three customers pulled off their hats to Madame Defarge, with three flourishes. She acknowledged their homage by bending her head, and giving them… — Charles Dickens Copy Share
“What a situation!' cried Miss Squeers; '...What is the reason that men fall in love with me, whether I like it or not, and… — Charles Dickens Copy Share
I admire machinery as much is any man, and am as thankful to it as any man can be for what it does for… — Charles Dickens Copy Share
“Mr. Pickwick was a philosopher, but philosophers are only men in armour, after all.” — Charles Dickens Copy Share
