“Rises XXIII. Fire Rises XXIV. Drawn to the Loadstone Rock Book the Third—” — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“XXII. The Sea Still Rises XXIII. Fire Rises XXIV. Drawn to the Loadstone Rock” — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
When the wind is blowing and the sleet or rain is driving against the dark windows, I love to sit by the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Keep out of Chancery. It's being ground to bits in a slow mill; it's being roasted at a slow fire; it's being… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“...a sea to intensely blue to be looked at, and a sky of purple, set with one great flaming jewel of fire...” — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Plea XXI. Echoing Footsteps XXII. The Sea Still Rises XXIII. Fire Rises XXIV. Drawn to the Loadstone Rock” — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The coffee was boiling over a charcoal fire, and large slices of bread and butter were piled one upon the other like… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
And yet I have had the weakness, and have still the weakness, to wish you to know with what a sudden mastery… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The white face of the winter day came sluggishly on, veiled in a frosty mist; and the shadowy ships in the river… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Time was with most of us, when Christmas Day, encircling all our limited world like a magic ring, left nothing out for… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
It can't be supposed," said Joe. "Tho' I'm oncommon fond of reading, too." Are you, Joe?" Oncommon. Give me," said Joe, "a… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I had neither the good sense nor the good feeling to know that this was all my fault, and that if I… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Recollections of the past and visions of the present come to bear me company; the meanest man to whom I have ever… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Then tell Wind and Fire where to stop," returned madame; "but don't tell me. — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Refuge in any hiding-place from a sea too intensely blue to be looked at, and a sky of purple, set with one… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Prowling about the rooms, sitting down, getting up, stirring the fire, looking out the window, teasing my hair, sitting down to write,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
What are the odds so long as the fire of the soul is kindled at the taper of conviviality, and the wing… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
A heart well worth winning, and well won. A heart that, once won, goes through fire and water for the winner, and… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
... when the locked door opens, and there comes in a young woman, deadly pale, and with long fair hair, who glides… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“No vivacious Bacchanalian flame leaped out of the pressed grape of Monsieur Defarge: but, a smouldering fire that burnt in the dark… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
... Herbert said of himself, with his eyes fixed on the fire, that he thought he must have committed a felony and… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“The fire? It has been alive as long as I have. We talk and think together all night long. It’s like a… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Next," said Mrs Wilfer with a wave of her gloves, expressive of abdication under protest from the culinary throne, "I would recommend… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The wide stare stared itself out for one while; the Sun went down in a red, green, golden glory; the stars came… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
There is probably a smell of roasted chestnuts and other good comfortable things all the time, for we are telling Winter Stories… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Dombey sat in the corner of the darkened room in the great arm-chair by the bedside, and Son lay tucked up warm… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
All through it, I have known myself to be quite undeserving. And yet I have had the weakness, and have still the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
After tea, we discussed a variety of topics before the fire; and Mrs. Micawber was good enough to sing us (in a… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“...Mr. Wegg sits down on a box in front of the fire, and inhales a warm and comfortable smell which is not… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Of all the ruinous and desolate places my uncle had ever beheld, this was the most so. It looked as if it… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“If Bedlam gates had been flung open wide, there would not have issued forth such maniacs as the frenzy of that night… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
You know what I am going to say. I love you. What other men may mean when they use that expression, I… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Bleak, dark, and piercing cold, it was a night for the well-housed and fed to draw round the bright fire, and thank… — 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
