In fine weather the old gentelman is almost constantly in the garden; and when it is too wet to go into it,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The heavy rain beat down the tender branches of vine and jessamine, and trampled on them in its fury; and when the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
When the wind is blowing and the sleet or rain is driving against the dark windows, I love to sit by the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Pale and pinched-up faces hovered about the windows where was tempting food; hungry eyes wandered over the profusion guarded by one thin… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I had seen the damp lying on the outside of my little window, as if some goblin had been crying there all… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
It was a cold hard easterly morning when he latched the garden gate and turned away. The light snowfall which had feathered… — 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
The very dogs were all asleep, and the flies, drunk with moist sugar in the grocer's shop, forgot their wings and briskness,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
They enter, locking themselves in, descend the rugged steps, and are down in the Crypt. The lantern is not wanted, for the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
He lowered the window, and looked out at the rising sun. There was a ridge of ploughed land, with a plough upon… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The rich, sweet smell of the hayricks rose to his chamber window; the hundred perfumes of the little flower-garden beneath scented the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
His gaze wandered from the windows to the stars, as if he would have read in them something that was hidden from… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
When she took her opposite place in the carriage corner, the brightness in her face was so charming to behold, that on… — 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
He went to church, and walked about the streets, and watched the people hurrying to and fro, and patted children on the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
But the moon came slowly up in all her gentle glory, and the stars looked out, and through the small compass of… — 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 sun,--the bright sun, that brings back, not light alone, but new life, and hope, and freshness to man--burst upon the crowded… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The town was glad with morning light; places that had shown ugly and distrustful all night long, now wore a smile; and… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I can see others in the sunlight; I can see our boats' crews and our athletic young men on the glistening water,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
There was a frosty rime upon the trees, which, in the faint light of the clouded moon, hung upon the smaller branches… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
It was one of those hot, silent nights, when people sit at windows listening for the thunder which they know will shortly… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Prowling about the rooms, sitting down, getting up, stirring the fire, looking out the window, teasing my hair, sitting down to write,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
He went to the church, and walked about the streets, and watched the people hurrying to and for, and patted the children… — 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
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
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
Above all, one hideous figure grew as familiar as if it had been before the general gaze from the foundations of 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
