Charles Dickens

“ It is, at any rate, no easy task.
It happens, however, that there does exist a series of Dickens illustrations, now in some danger of being unduly neglected, in which the artists were wonderfully happy in preserving [x] the original features of Phiz and Cruikshank's interpretations, while they toned down the more extravagant details and brought imagination into closer harmony with reality. ”

“ One man, slowly moving on towards Chalons, was the only visible figure on the landscape. Cain might have looked as lonely and avoided—Book 1, chap. xi.
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And stooping down to pinch the cheek of another young child who was sitting on the floor, staring at him, asked Mrs. Plornish how old that fine boy was? "Four year, just turned, sir," said Mrs. Plornish. "He's a fine little fellow, a'int he, sir, but this one is rather sickly." She tenderly hushed the baby in her arms as she said it—Book 1, chap. xi.
The parlour fire ticked in the grate. ”

“ He had now fallen asleep, and was nodding in his chair—Chap. xxii.
The Indian savage and the maiden—Chap. xxiii.
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"As an exquisite embodiment of the poet's visions, and a realisation of human intellectuality, gilding with refulgent light our dreamy moments, and laying open a new and magic world before the mental eye, the drama is gone, perfectly gone," said Mr. Curdle—Chap. xxiv.
"Nickleby," said his client, throwing himself along the sofa on which he had been previously seated, so as to bring his lips nearer to the old man's ear, "what a pretty creature your niece is!"—Chap. xxvi. ”

“ "He wos wery good to me, he wos!"—Chap. ”

“ They were within five minutes of their destination, when, at the corner of her own street, they came upon Fanny, in her new bonnet, bound for the same port—Book 1, chap. xxxi.
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"Dear Little Dorrit, let me lay it down." She yielded to him, and he put it aside! Her hands were then nervously clasping together—Book 1, chap. xxxii.
"What a good fellow you are, Clennam!" exclaimed the other stopping to look at him, as if with irrepressible admiration. "What a capital fellow! You have never been disappointed. That's easy to see."—Book 1, chap. xxxiv. ”

“ When he had filled his pipe in an absolute reverie of satisfaction, Florence lighted it for him—Chap. xlix.
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Blessed twilight stealing on, and shading her so soothingly and gravely as she falls asleep, like a hushed child, upon the bosom she has clung to!—Chap. l.
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It appears that he met everybody concerned in the late transaction, everywhere, and said to them, "Sir," or "Madam," as the case was, "Why do you look so pale!" at which each shuddered from head to foot, and said, "Oh, Perch!" and ran away—Chap. li.
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D. I. J. O. N—Chap. lii. ”

“ An imperturbable and speechless man, he had sat at his supper, with Streaker present in a swoon—The Haunted House, The Mortals in the House
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"Might you be married now?" asked the Captain when he had some task with this new acquaintance. . . . "Not yet." . . . "Going to be?" said the Captain. . . . "I hope so"—A Message from the Sea, chap. i.
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"What is your name, sir, and where do you come from!" asked Mr. Mopes the hermit—Tom Tiddler's Ground, chap. i.
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"But it is not impossible that you are a pig!" retorted Madame Bouclet—Somebody's Luggage, chap. ii. ”

“ Cotched the decanter out of his hand, and said "Put it down, I won't allow that!"—Mugby Junction, chap. iii.
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"It's from the best corner of our best forty-five-year-old bin," said Mr. Wilding. . . . "Thank you, sir," said Mr. Bintry. "It's most excellent"—No Thoroughfare, Act i.
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"We are famous for the growth in this vault, aren't we!"—No Thoroughfare, Act i.
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"If there had been a wrestle with a robber, as I dreamed," said Obenreizer, "you see I was stripped for it." . . . "And armed too," said Vendale, glancing at his girdle—No Thoroughfare, Act iii. ”

“ The first class English spelling and philosophy—Chap. viii.
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"Pain and fear, pain and fear for me, alive or dead. No hope, no hope!"—Chap. viii.
Kate walked sadly back to their lodgings in the Strand—Chap. x.
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"Oh! as soft as possible, if you please"—Chap. ix.
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"Wretch," rejoined Nicholas fiercely, "touch him at your peril! I will not stand by, and see it done. My blood is up, and I have the strength of ten such men as you"—Chap. xiii.
"I can—not help it, and it don't signify," sobbed Mrs. Kenwigs. "Oh! they're too beautiful to live, much too beautiful!"—Chap. xiv. ”

“ But a younger generation is growing up, for whom the time-honoured pictures have not the charm of long association, and among them it is common to hear the complaint that the natural humour and pathos of the author's best works are spoiled to modern fancy by the violent caricatures of the illustrator. ”

“ I parted from him, poor fellow, at the corner of the street, with his great kite at his back, a very monument of human misery—Chap. xxxiv.
"Deuce take the man!" said my aunt sternly, "what's he about! don't be galvanic, sir!"—Chap. xxxv.
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"I hardly ever take breakfast, sir," he replied with his head thrown back in an easy chair. "I find it bores me"—Chap. xxxvi.
"You have heard Miss Murdstone," said Mr. Spenlow, turning to me. "I beg to ask Mr. Copperfield, if you have anything to say in reply!"—Chap. xxxviii. ”

“ Whenever he felt Toots coming again, he began to laugh and wipe his eyes afresh; and when Toots came once more, he gave a kind of cry, as if it were too much for him—Book 8, chap. iv.
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He . . . slightly cocked up his evil eye at the goldfinch. Instantly a raging thirst beset that bird; and when it was appeased he still drew several unnecessary buckets of water, leaping about his perch and sharpening his bill with irrepressible satisfaction—Book 8, chap. v.
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The uneducated father in fustian and the educated boy in spectacles—Book 9, chap. v. ”

“ General," said Fanny, returning the smile with one in which there was no trace of those ingredients, "will of course be the highest object of my married life; to lose it, would of course be perfect wretchedness"—Book 2, chap. xv.
"Where is this missing man? Have you come to give us information where he is? I hope you have." "So far from it, I—hum, have come to seek information." . . . "Unfortunately for us, there is none to be got here. Flintwinch, show the gentleman the hand-bill. Give him several to take away. Hold the light for him to read it"—Book 2, chap. ”

“ Dombey and Son—Chap. viii.
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Listening to the sea—Chap. viii.
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And when he got there, sat down in a chair, and fell into a silent fit of laughter with which he was sometimes seized, and which was always particularly awful—Chap. x.
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When the doctor smiled auspiciously at his author, or knit his brows, or shook his head and made wry faces at him, as much as to say, "Don't tell me, sir; I know better," it was terrific—Chap. xi.
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"Your father's regularly rich, ain't he!" inquired Mr. Toots. "Yes, sir," said Paul; "He's Dombey and Son"—Chap. xii. ”

“ Jenny twisted her venerable friend aside, to a brilliantly lighted toy-shop window, and said, "Now look at 'em! All my work!"—Book 3, chap. ii.
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Feigning to be intent on her embroidery, she sat plying her needle until her busy hand was stopped by Mrs. Boffin's hand being lightly laid upon it—Book 3, chap. v.
"He can never be going to dig up the pole!" whispered Venus as they dropped low and kept close—Book 3, chap. vi.
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"There'll shortly be an end of you," said Wegg, threatening it with the hat-box, "Your varnish is fading"—Book 3, chap. vii. ”

“ "You might, from your appearance, be the wife of Lucifer," said Miss Pross in her breathing. "Nevertheless you shall not get the better of me. I am an Englishwoman"—Book 3, chap. ”

“ Look at this man. Do you call this constitootional! Do you see him shot through and through, instead of being worked off like a Briton! Damme if I know which party to side with"—Chap. lxix.
"You ought to be the best instead of the worst," said Hugh, stopping before him. "Ha, ha, ha! see the hangman when it comes home to him!"—Chap. lxxvi.
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"I shall bless your name," sobbed the locksmith's little daughter, "as long as I live"—Chap. lxxii. ”

“ He flourished his stick over Tom's head; but in a moment it was spinning harmlessly in the air, and Jonas Himself Lay Sprawling in the Ditch—Chap. xxiv.
"Look about you," he said, pointing to the graves; "and remember that from your bridal hour to the day which sees you brought as low as these, and laid in such a bed, there will be no appeal against him!"—Chap. xxiv.
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"Whether I sicks or monthlies, ma'am . . . I do require it, which I makes confession, to be brought reg'lar and draw'd mild"—Chap. xxv.
"There's nothin' he don't know; that's my opinion," observed Mrs. Gamp. ”

“ There is a curtain, more dirt-coloured than red, which divides it, and the part behind the curtain makes the private sitting-room. When I first saw her there she was alone, and her work had fallen out of her hand, and she was looking up at the sky shining through the tops of the windows—Book 2, chap. ”

“ Looked moodily on as she flew to Miss Haredale's side—Chap. lix.
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"Will you come?"
"I!" said the Lord Mayor most emphatically. "Certainly not"—Chap. lxi.
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"Stop!" cried the locksmith, in a voice that made them falter—presenting, as he spoke, a gun. "Let an old man do that. You can spare him better"—Chap. lxiii.
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The burning of Newgate—Chap. lxiv.
"No offence, no offence," said that personage in a conciliatory tone, as Hugh stopped in his draught and eyed him, with no pleasant look from head to foot—Chap. lxix. ”

“ Having stolen in unobserved, he playfully leaned on the back of Sophronia's chair—Book 2, chap. iv.
Perched on the stool, with his hat cocked on his head, and one of his legs dangling, the youth of Fledgeby hardly contrasted to advantage with the age of the Jewish man as he stood with his bare head bowed—Book 2, chap. v.
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"Come up and be dead! Come up and be dead"—Book 2, chap. v.
"Good evening, Mr. Wegg. The yard-gate lock should be looked to, if you please; it don't catch"—Book 2, chap. vii. ”

“ He stopped at the corner, seeming to look back expectantly up the street as if he had made an appointment with some one to meet him there; but he kept a careful eye on the three. When they came together, the man took off his hat and made Miss Wade a bow—Book 2, chap. ix.
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"Despatch then! Achieve then! Bring Mr. Flintwinch! Announce me to my lady!" cried the stranger, clanking about the stone floor. "Pray tell me, Affery," said Arthur aloud and sternly, as he surveyed him from head to foot with indignation, "who is this gentleman?"—Book 2, chap. x. ”

“ They spoke no more, all the way back to the lodging where Fanny and her uncle lived. When they arrived there they found the old man practising his clarionet in the dolefullest manner in a corner of the room—Book 1, chap. xx.
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Arthur Clennam with the card in his hand, betook himself to the address set forth on it, and speedily arrived there. It was a very small establishment, wherein a decent woman sat behind the counter working at her needle—Book 1, chap. xxii.
"What nimble fingers you have," said Flora, "but are you sure you are well?" . . . "Oh yes, indeed!" ”

“ Fledgeby in a shirt, a pair of Turkish trousers, and a Turkish cap, rolling over and over on his own carpet, and spluttering wonderfully—Book 4, chap. viii.
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Miss Jenny gave up altogether on this parting taking place between the friends, and sitting with her back towards the bed in the bower made by bright hair wept heartily though noiselessly—Book 4, chap. vii.
Bella's husband stepped softly to the half-door of the bar and stood there—Book 4, chap. xii.
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"It looks as if the old man's spirit had found rest at last; don't it!" said Mrs. Boffin—Book 4, chap. xiii. ”

“ "Think now and then that there is a man who would give his life to keep a life you love beside you"—Book 2, chap. ”

“ They're very noisy a-bed; all calling for their boots at once"—Chap. viii.
"Oh Chiv, Chiv," murmured Mr. Tigg, "you have a nobly independent nature, Chiv"—Chap. vii.
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"You're a pair of Whittingtons, gents, without the cat, . . . My name is Tigg; how do you do?"—Chap. vii.
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"I say—there's fowls to-morrow, not skinny ones. Oh no!"—Chap. ix.
"Do not repine, my friends," said Mr. Pecksniff, tenderly. "Do not weep for me. It is chronic"—Chap. ix.
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"We sometimes venture to consider her rather a fine figure, sir. ”

“ If you could but know how I hated one man in very dirty gaiters, and with very protruding upper teeth, who said to all comers after him, "So you've been introduced to our friend Dickens—eh!"—Book 3, Chap. ”

“ Blandois, backed by the convent smoke which rose high from the chimneys in a golden film, always standing on one jutting point looking down after them—Book 2, chap. iii.
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"It ought to bring a judgment on us. Brother, I protest against it in the sight of God!" As his hand went above his head and came down upon the table, it might have been a blacksmith's—Book 2, chap. v.
Little Dorrit was in front, with her brother and Mrs. General (Mr. Dorrit had remained at home) . But on the brink of the quay, they all came together. ”

“ EVERY-DAY LIFE AND
EVERY-DAY PEOPLE.
THIRTY-FOUR ILLUSTRATIONS
BY FRED BARNARD
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The Half-pay Captain completely effaced the old lady's name from the brass door-plate in his attempts to polish it with aqua-fortis—Our Parish, chap. ii.
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"Why the Devil ain't you looking after that plate?"—Our Parish, chap. v.
When he first came to look at the lodgings, he inquired most particularly whether he was sure to be able to get a seat in the Parish Church—Our Parish, chap. vii. ”