The beating of my heart was so violent and wild that I felt as if my life were breaking from me. — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I will die here where I have walked. And I will walk here, though I am in my grave. I will walk… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
An evening wind uprose too, and the slighter branches cracked and rattled as they moved, in skeleton dances, to its moaning music. — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Nobody near me here, but rats, and they are fine stealthy secret fellows. — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
"Then what can you want to do now?" said the old lady,gaining courage. "I wants to make your flesh creep," replied the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
With throbbing veins and burning skin, eyes wild and heavy, thoughts hurried and disordered, he felt as though the light were a… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
For a long time, no village girl would dress her hair or bosom with the sweetest flower from that field of death:… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
At the great iron gate of the churchyard he stopped and looked in. He looked up at the high tower spectrally resisting… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
For the night-wind has a dismal trick of wandering round and round a building of that sort, and moaning as it goes;… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
As the gloom and shadow thickened behind him, in that place where it had been gathering so darkly, it took, by slow… — 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
Night, like a giant, fills the church, from pavement to roof, and holds dominion through the silent hours. Pale dawn again comes… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
We came to the house, and it is an old house, full of great chimneys where wood is burnt on ancient dogs… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The cold hoarfrost glistened on the tombstones, and sparkled like rows of gems, among the stone carvings of the old church. The… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The first diabolical character who intruded himself on my peaceful youth (as I called to mind that day at Dullborough), was a… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Thus, it comes to pass, that a certain room in a certain old hall, where a certain bad lord, baronet, knight, or… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
A blight had fallen on the trees and shrubs; and the wind, at length beginning to break the unnatural stillness that had… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Under none of the accredited ghostly circumstances, and environed by none of the conventional ghostly surroundings, did I first make acquaintance with… — 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
He was sailing over a boundless expanse of sea, with a blood-red sky above, and the angry waters, lashed into fury beneath,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
It was a very aged, ghostly place; the church had been built many hundreds of years ago, and had once had a… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The rain and hail pattered against the glass; the chimneys quaked and rocked; the crazy casement rattled with the wind, as though… — 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
There was not one straight floor from the foundation to the roof; the ceilings were so fantastically clouded by smoke and dust,… — 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
As he glided stealthily along, creeping beneath the shelter of the walls and doorways, the hideous old man seemed like some loathsome… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Your Honour, unless your Honour, without a moment's loss of time, makes sail for the nearest shore, this is a doomed ship,… — 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 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
Surely there had been no figure leaning on the back of his chair; no face looking over it. It is certain that… — 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
I don't remember forms or faces now, but I know the girl was beautiful. I know she was; for in the bright… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The young woman who brought me acquainted with Captain Murderer had a fiendish enjoyment of my terrors, and used to begin, I… — 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
“Its very pulse, if I may use the word, was like no other clock. It did not mark the flight of every… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
People can't die, along the coast," said Mr. Peggotty, "except when the tide's pretty nigh out. They can't be born, unless it's… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
An unfinished coffin on black tressels, which stood in the middle of the shop, looked so gloomy and death-like that a cold… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The night was dark, and a cold wind blew, driving the clouds, furiously and fast, before it. There was one black, gloomy… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
There was no wind; there was no passing shadow on the deep shade of the night; there was no noise. The city… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
It is a sensation not experienced by many mortals," said he, "to be looking into a churchyard on a wild windy night,… — 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
