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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.

Mr. Pickwick gazed through his spectacles for an instant on the advancing mass, and then fairly turned his back and -- we will not say fled; firstly because it is an ignoble term, and, secondly, because Mr. Pickwick's figure was by no means adapted for that mode of retreat...

Some conjurers say that number three is the magic number, and some say number seven. It's neither my friend, neither. It's number one. (Fagin)

If a man would commit an inexpiable offence against any society, large or small, let him be successful. They will forgive any crime except that.

Couldn't something temporary be done with a teapot?

A horse is a quadruped, and quadruped's latin for beast, as everybody that's gone through grammar knows, or else what's the use in having grammars at all?

Joe went all the way home with his mouth wide open, to rinse the rum out with as much air as possible.

Mr. Pickwick was a philosopher, but philosophers are only men in armour, after all.

I didn't say I understood her. I wouldn't have the presumption to say that of any woman.

I never heerd...nor read of nor see in picters, any angel in tights and gaiters...but...he's a reg'lar thoroughbred angel for all that.

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.

But the woman who stood knitting looked up steadily, and looked the Marquis in the face.

Yes, sir," said I; "him too; late of this parish.

The last burst carried the mail to the summit of the hill.

Tst! Joe!" cried the coachman in a warning voice, looking down from his box.

So much was closing in about the women who sat knitting, knitting, that they their very selves were closing in around a structure yet unbuilt, where they were to sit knitting, knitting, counting dropping heads.

Eugene, Eugene, Eugene, this is a bad business!

Bear in mind then, that Brag is a good dog, but Holdfast is a better.

Ball—when the one woman who had stood conspicuous, knitting, still knitted on with the steadfastness of Fate.

State preserves of loaves and fishes, that things in general were settled for ever. It was the year of Our Lord one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five. Spiritual revelations were conceded to England at that favoured period, as at this.

Ah! poetry makes life what light and music do the stage—strip the one of the false embellishments, and the other of its illusions, and what is there real in either to live or care for?

The time was to come, when that wine too would be spilled on the street-stones, and when the stain of it would be red upon many there.

settled for ever. It was the year of Our Lord one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five. Spiritual

good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only. There were a king with a large jaw and a queen with a plain face, on the throne of England; there were a