It would have been cruel in Miss Havisham, horribly cruel, to practise on the susceptibility of a poor boy, and to torture… — 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
The evening wind made such a disturbance just now, among some tall old elm-trees at the bottom of the garden, that neither… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Both Miss Lavinia and Miss Clarissa had a superstition, however, that he would have declared his passion, if he had not been… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
"Peggotty!" repeated Miss Betsey, with some indignation. "Do you mean to say, child, that any human being has gone into a Christian… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Miss Mills replied, on general principles, that the Cottage of content was better than the Palace of cold splendour, and that where… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Poor Mr. Pickwick! ... If he played a wrong card, Miss Bolo looked a small armoury of daggers; if he stopped to… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
You might, from your appearance, be the wife of Lucifer,” said Miss Pross, in her breathing. “Nevertheless, you shall not get the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“But Rosa soon made the discovery that Miss Twinkleton didn't read fairly. She cut the love-scenes, interpolated passages in praise of female… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Break their hearts my pride and hope, break their hearts and have no mercy. -Miss Havisham — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
"Mine ain't a selfish affection, you know," said Mr. Toots, in the confidence engendered by his having been a witness of the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
A modest ring at the bell at length allayed her fears, and Miss Benton, hurrying into her own room and shutting herself… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Then, at the end of every hand, Miss Bolo would inquire with a dismal countenance and reproachful sigh, why Mr. Pickwick had… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
"I go so far as to say, miss, morehover," proceeded Mr. Cruncher, with a most alarming tendency to hold forth as from… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Mrs. Boffin, insisting that Bella should make tomorrow's expedition in the chariot, she went home in great grandeur. Mrs. Wilfer and Miss… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
"Ah, Miss, hope is an excellent thing for such as has the spirits to bear it!" said Mrs Wickam, shaking her head.… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Ah, Miss Harriet, it would do us no harm to remember oftener than we do, that vices are sometimes only virtues carried… — 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
