Why, what I may think after dinner," returns Mr. Jobling, "is one thing, my dear Guppy, and what I may think before… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
She was too intent upon her work, and too earnest in what she said, and too composed and quiet altogether, to be… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Old Mr. Rarx was not a pleasant man to look at, nor yet to talk to, or to be with, for no… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Why am I always at war with myself? Why have I told, as if upon compulsion, what I knew all along I… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
And from that hour his poor maimed spirit, only remembering the place where it had broken its wings, cancelled the dream through… — 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
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
Flora, always tall, had grown to be very broad too, and short of breath; but that was not much. Flora, whom he… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
One thing about this face was very strange and startling. You could not look upon it in its most cheerful mood without… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The man who now confronted Gashford, was a squat, thickset personage, with a low, retreating forehead, a coarse shock head of hair,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
A child!" said Edith, looking at her. "When was I a child? What childhood did you ever leave to me? I was… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Mr. Pickwick took a seat and the paper, but instead of reading the latter, peeped over the top of it, and took… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
All I would say is, that I can go abroad without your family coming forward to favour me, - in short, with… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
He had a sense of his dignity, which was of the most exquisite nature. He could detect a design upon it when… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
As I said just now, the world has gone past me. I don't blame it; but I no longer understand it. Tradesmen… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
He wore a sprinkling of powder upon his head, as if to make himself look benevolent; but if that were his purpose,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
'There may be some, perhaps - I don't know that there are - who abuse his kindness,' said Mr. Wickfield. 'Never be… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
What is natural in me, is natural in many other men, I infer, and so I am not afraid to write that… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
There are people enough to tread upon me in my lowly state, without my doing outrage to their feelings by possessing learning.… — 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… — 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
Notwithstanding his very liberal laudation of himself, however, the Major was selfish. It may be doubted whether there ever was a more… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
So, Mr. Chadband-of whom the persecutors say that it is no wonder he should go on for any length of time uttering… — 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
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
Mr. Tulkinghorn, sitting in the twilight by the open window, enjoys his wine. As if it whispered to him of its fifty… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Fledgeby deserved Mr. Alfred Lammle's eulogium. He was the meanest cur existing, with a single pair of legs. And instinct (a word… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
A tender young cork, however, would have had no more chance against a pair of corkscrews, or a tender young tooth against… — 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
“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 Image
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 Image
“Mr. Pickwick was a philosopher, but philosophers are only men in armour, after all.” — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
