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The privileges of the side-table included the small prerogatives of sitting next to the toast, and taking two cups of tea to other people's one.
— Charles Dickens
Whitewash on the forehead hardens the brain into a state of obstinacy, perhaps.
— Charles Dickens
He has got his discharge, by G-! said the man. He had. But he had grown so like death in life, that they knew not when he died.
— Charles Dickens
The very stars to which I then raised my eyes, I am afraid I took to be but poor and humble stars for glittering on the rustic objects among which I had passed my life.
— Charles Dickens
Among these, accordingly, much discoursing with spirits went on - and it did a world of good which never became manifest.
— Charles Dickens
Don't say nothin' wotever about it, ma'am,' replied Sam. 'I only assisted natur, ma'am; as the doctor said to the boy's mother, after he'd bled him to death.
— Charles Dickens
His face was stern, and much flushed. If he were really not in the habit of drinking rather more than was exactly good for him, he might have brought action against his countenance for libel, and have recovered heavy damages.
— Charles Dickens
Yes, sir," said I; "him too; late of this parish.
— Charles Dickens
Eugene, Eugene, Eugene, this is a bad business!
— Charles Dickens
have proved more important to the human race than any communications yet received through any of the chickens of the Cock-lane brood. France, less favoured on the whole as to matters spiritual than her sister of the shield and trident,
— Charles Dickens
What have paupers to do with soul or spirit? It's quite enough that we let 'em have live bodies. If you had kept the boy on gruel, ma'am, this would never have happened.' 'Dear, dear!' ejaculated Mrs. Sowerberry, piously raising her eyes to the kitchen ceiling: 'this comes of being liberal!
— Charles Dickens
He was careless of his life; careless of whether he lived or died, but not actively intent on self harm.
— Charles Dickens