“Wal’r, my dear lad,” said the Captain, ‘farewell! Wal’r my child, my boy, and man, I loved you! He warn’t my flesh and blood,” said the Captain, looking at the fire – “I ain’t got none – but something of what a father feels when he loses a son, I feel in ~ Dombey and Son
Poetry’s unnat’ral no man ever
“Poetry’s unnat’ral; no man ever talked poetry ‘cept a beadle on boxin’ day, or Warren’s blackin’ or Rowland’s oil, or some o’ them low fellows; never you let yourself down to talk poetry, my boy.” ~ The Pickwick Papers
O blessed Heaven I says
“O blessed Heaven,” I says a crying, “teach me what to say to this broken mortal! I am a poor sinful creetur, and the Judgment is not mine.” ~ Mrs. Lirriper’s Legacy
The citizen preserved
The citizen . . . preserved the resolute bearing of one who was not to be frowned down or daunted, and who cared very little for any nobility but that of worth and manhood. ~ Master Humphrey’s Clock
He was sailing over a
He was sailing over a boundless expanse of sea, with a blood-red sky above, and the angry waters, lashed into fury beneath, boiling and eddying up, on every side. There was another vessel before them, toiling and labouring in the howling storm: her canvas fluttering in ribbons from the mast. ~ The Pickwick Papers
Well observed R. Wilfer, cheerfully,
“Well!” observed R. Wilfer, cheerfully, “money and goods are certainly the best of references.” ~ Our Mutual Friend
They never showed a better
They never showed a better fog in London on Lord Mayor's day, than enwrapped the town of Mudfog on that eventful occasion. It had risen slowly and surely from the green and stagnant water with the first light of morning, until it reached a little above the lamp-post tops; and there it had stopped, with a sleepy, sluggish obstinacy, which bade defiance to the sun, who had got up very blood-shot about the eyes, as if he had been at a drinking-party over-night, and was doing his day's work with the worst possible grace. ~ Public Life of Mr. Trumble, Once Mayor of Mudfog
Newman cast a despairing glance
Newman cast a despairing glance at his small store of fuel, but, not having the courage to say no–a word which in all his life he never had said at the right time, either to himself or anyone else–gave way to the proposed arrangement. ~ Nicholas Nickleby
Many eyes, that have long
Many eyes, that have long since been closed in the grave, have looked round upon that scene lightly enough, when entering the gate of the old Marshalsea Prison for the first time: for despair seldom comes with the first severe shock of misfortune. ~ The Pickwick Papers
I came here expecting an
"I came here expecting an adventure, and prepared to go through with any. If there be aught that I can do to help or aid you, name it, and on the faith of a man who can be secret and trusty, I will stand by you to the death." ~ Master Humphrey’s Clock
