Day was breaking at Plashwater Weir Mill Lock. Stars were yet visible, but there was dull light in the east that was… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
There's more of gravey than grave about you, whatever you are!" - Scrooge, referring to Marley's ghost which he believes is a… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
It is a silent, shady place, with a paved courtyard so full of echoes, that sometimes I am tempted to believe that… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
It is required of every man," the ghost returned, "that the spirit within him should walk abroad among his fellow-men, and travel… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
It had grown darker as they talked, and the wind was sawing and the sawdust was whirling outside paler windows. The underlying… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The meagre lighthouse all in white, haunting the seaboard, as if it were the ghost of an edifice that had once had… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
But you were always a good man of business, Jacob,' faltered Scrooge, who now began to apply this to himself. Business!' cried… — 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
Come in, -- come in! and know me better, man! I am the Ghost of Christmas Present. Look upon me! You have… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
"Ghost of the Future," he exclaimed, "I fear you more than any spectre I have seen. But as I know your purpose… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
One disagreeable result of whispering is that it seems to evoke an atmosphere of silence, haunted by the ghosts of sound -… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
It was a long and gloomy night that gathered on me, haunted by the ghosts of many hopes, of many dear remembrances,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
For who can wonder that man should feel a vague belief in tales of disembodied spirits wandering through those places which they… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
He was the meekest of his sex, the mildest of little men. He sidled in and out of a room, to take… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I have heard it said that as we keep our birthdays when we are alive, so the ghosts of dead people, who… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Blackened skeleton arms of wood by the wayside pointed upward to the convent, as if the ghosts of former travellers, overwhelmed by… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Man," said the Ghost, "if man you be in heart, not adamant, forbear that wicked cant until you have discovered What the… — 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
