“Waiter! raw beef-steak for the gentleman’s eye,–nothing like raw beef-steak for a bruise, sir; cold lamp-post very good, but lamp-post inconvenient–damned odd standing in the open street half-an-hour, with your eye against a lamp.” ~ Mr. Jingle from The Pickwick Papers
Quotes
wringing her hands
When the locked door opens, and there comes in a young woman, deadly pale, and with long fair hair, who glides to the fire, and sits down in the chair we have left there, wringing her hands. ~ A Christmas Tree
There are talkers enough among us
“There are talkers enough among us; I’ll be one of the doers.” ~ Barnaby Rudge
“Ghost of the Future,” he
“Ghost of the Future,” he exclaimed, “I fear you more than any spectre I have seen. But as I know your purpose is to do me good, and as I hope to live to be another man from what I was, I am prepared to bear you company, and do it with a thankful heart. Will you not speak to me?” ~ A Christmas Carol
In seclusion, she had secluded
In seclusion, she had secluded herself from a thousand natural and healing influences; that, her mind, brooding solitary, had grown diseased, as all minds do and must and will that reverse the appointed order of their Maker. ~ Great Expectations
She’s Full On
“Would you, do you, my dear?” rejoined the Captain . . . . “I don’t know. It’s difficult navigation. She’s very hard to carry on with, my dear. You never can tell how she’ll head, you see. She’s full one minute, and round upon you next.” ~ Dombey and Son
She was more than human
She was more than human to me. She was a Fairy, a Sylph, I don’t know what she was – anything that no one ever saw, and everything that everybody ever wanted. I was swallowed up in an abyss of love in an instant. There was no pausing on the brink; no looking down, or looking back; I was gone, headlong, before I had sense to say a word to her. ~ David Copperfield
“A man in public life
“A man in public life expects to be sneered at—it is the fault of his elewated sitiwation, and not of himself.” ~ Nicholas Nickleby
Scrooge was better than his
Scrooge was better than his word. He did it all, and infinitely more; and to Tiny Tim, who did not die, he was a second father. He became as good a friend, as good a master, and as good a man, as the good old city knew, or any other good old city, town, or borough, in the good old world. Some people laughed to see the alteration in him, but he let them laugh, and little heeded them; for he was wise enough to know that nothing ever happened on this globe, for good, at which some people did not have their fill of laughter in the outset; and knowing that such as these would be blind anyway, he thought it quite as well that they should wrinkle up their eyes in grins, as have the malady in less attractive forms. His own heart laughed: and that was quite enough for him. ~ A Christmas Carol
She raised me, sat in
She raised me, sat in her chair, and standing me before her, said slowly in a cold, low voice–I see her knitted brow and pointed finger–“Your mother, Esther, is your disgrace, and you were hers.” ~ Bleak House
