“It was Miss Murdstone who was arrived, and a gloomy-looking lady she was; dark, like her brother, whom she greatly resembled in face and voice; and with very heavy eyebrows, nearly meeting over her large nose, as if, being disabled… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“There are moments of sincerity. Those moments float away like bubbles but he takes the trouble to dip the wand in the soap and blow them through.” — Carole Radziwill Copy Share Image
