“Shadow XI. Dusk XII. Darkness XIII. Fifty-two XIV. The Knitting Done” — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The night crept on apace, the moon went down, the stars grew pale and dim, and morning, cold as they, slowly approached.… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Shadow XI. Dusk XII. Darkness XIII. Fifty-two XIV. The Knitting Done XV. The Footsteps Die Out For Ever” — 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
“at the Door VIII. A Hand at Cards IX. The Game Made X. The Substance of the Shadow XI. Dusk XII. Darkness” — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
There are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the contrast. Some men, like bats or owls, have… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Being that rare sort of old girl that she receives Good to her arms without a hint that it might be Better… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“the Shadow XI. Dusk XII. Darkness XIII. Fifty-two XIV. The Knitting Done XV. The Footsteps” — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Let us leave our old friend in one of those moments of unmixed happiness, of which, if we seek them, there are… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The clouds were drifting over the moon at their giddiest speed, at one time wholly obscuring her, at another, suffering her to… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read, since I first… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Darkness XIII. Fifty-two XIV. The Knitting Done XV. The Footsteps Die Out For Ever” — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The cloud of caring for nothing, which overshadowed him with such a fatal darkness, was very rarely pierced by the light within… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Substance of the Shadow XI. Dusk XII. Darkness XIII. Fifty-two XIV. The Knitting Done XV. The” — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“It’s a dark night, sang the kettle, and the rotten leaves are lying by the way; and, above, all is mist and… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Morning drew on apace. The air became more sharp and piercing, as its first dull hue: the death of night, rather than… — 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 Image
... 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 Image
There can be no disparity in marriage like unsuitability of mind and purpose. — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
