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Portrait of Charles Dickens Charles Dickens The Mystery of Edwin Drood — Chapter III (1870)

In the midst of Cloisterham stands the Nuns' House; a venerable brick edifice whose present appellation is doubtless derived from the legend of its conventual uses. On the trim gate enclosing its old courtyard, is a resplendent brass plate flashing forth the legend: "Seminary for Young Ladies. Miss Twinkleton." The house-front is so old and worn, and the brass plate is so shining and staring, that the general result has reminded imaginative strangers of a battered old beau with a large modern eye-glass stuck in his blind eye.
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Portrait of Charles Dickens Charles Dickens The Mystery of Edwin Drood — Chapter III (1870)

Edwin scarcely seems to see the force of this; begs to know if he may take the liberty to ask why?
"Because I was so tired of you," returns Rosa. But she quickly adds, and pleadingly too, seeing displeasure in his face: "Dear Eddy, you were just as tired of me, you know."
"Did I say so, Rosa?"
"Say so! Do you ever say so? No, you only showed it. Oh, she did it so well!" cries Rosa, in a sudden ecstacy with her counterfeit betrothed.
"It strikes me that she must be a devilish impudent girl," says Edwin Drood. "And so. Pussy, you have passed your last birthday in this old house."
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Portrait of Charles Dickens Charles Dickens The Mystery of Edwin Drood — Chapter III (1870)

An ancient city, Cloisterham, and no meet dwelling-place for any one with hankerings after the noisy world. A monotonous, silent city, deriving an earthy flavor throughout, from its cathedral crypt, and so abounding in vestiges of monastic graves, that the Cloisterham children grow small salad in the dust of abbots and abbesses, and make dirt-pies of nuns and friars
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