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Portrait of Charles Dickens Charles Dickens Our Mutual Friend — Chapter 7: Better to be Abel than Cain (1865)

The convulsive twitching of Bradley Headstone's face, and the sudden hot humour that broke out upon it, showed how grimly the intelligence touched him. But he said not a single word, good or bad. He only smiled in a lowering manner, and got up and stood leaning at the window, looking through it. Riderhood followed him with his eyes. Riderhood cast down his eyes on his own besprinkled clothes. Riderhood began to have an air of being better at a guess than Bradley owned to being.
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Portrait of Charles Dickens Charles Dickens Our Mutual Friend — Chapter 7: Better to be Abel than Cain (1865)

Riderhood was much in his thoughts--had never been out of his thoughts since the night-adventure of their first meeting; but Riderhood occupied a very different place there, from the place of pursuer; and Bradley had been at the pains of devising so many means of fitting that place to him, and of wedging him into it, that his mind could not compass the possibility of his occupying any other. And this is another spell against which the shedder of blood for ever strives in vain. There are fifty doors by which discovery may enter.
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Portrait of Charles Dickens Charles Dickens Our Mutual Friend — Chapter 7: Better to be Abel than Cain (1865)

My father died, and then it might have been supposed that my way to respectability was pretty clear. No. For then my sister begins.'
He spoke as confidently, and with as entire an absence of any tell- tale colour in his cheek, as if there were no softening old time behind him. Not wonderful, for there WAS none in his hollow empty heart. What is there but self, for selfishness to see behind it?
'When I speak of my sister, I devoutly wish that you had never seen her, Mr Headstone.
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