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by Nathaniel Hawthorne
A THRONG of bearded men, in sad-colored garments and gray, steeple-crowned hats intermixed with women, some wearing hood...
by Charles Dickens, Diana C. Archibald
I SHALL never forget the one-fourth serious and three-fourths comical astonishment, with which, on the morning of the th...
by Charles Dickens, Margeret Tarner
IN these times of ours, though concerning the exact year there is no need to be precise, a boat of dirty and disreputabl...
by Charles Dickens
LONDON. MICHAELMAS TERM LATELY OVER, AND THE LORD Chancellor sitting in Lincoln's Inn Hall.
by Charles Dickens
THE first ray of light which illumines the gloom, and converts into a dazzling brilliancy that obscurity in which the ea...
by Charles Dickens
WHETHER I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by any body else, these pag...
by Charles Dickens
MY FATHER'S FAMILY NAME being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing lo...
by Charles Dickens
Among other public buildings in a certain town which for many reasons it will be prudent to refrain from mentioning, and...
by Charles Dickens
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the...
by Charles Dickens, Mary Sebag-Montefiore
THIRTY years ago, Marseilles lay burning in the sun, one day.
by Charles Dickens
There once lived in a sequestered part of the country of Devonshire, one Mr Godfrey Nickleby, a worthy gentleman, who ta...
by Charles Dickens
MARLEY was dead, to begin with.
by Charles Dickens, Edward Stirling
Once upon a time, it matters little when, and in stalwart England, it matters little where, a fierce battle was fought.
by Charles Dickens
Dombey sat in the corner of the darkened room in the great arm-chair by the bedside, and Son lay tucked up warm in a lit...
by Charles Dickens
AS no lady or gentleman, with any claims to polite breeding, can possibly sympathize with the Chuzzlewit Family without ...
by Charles Dickens
One thousand seven hundred and thirty-two was a glorious year for America.