Charles Dickens

With affection beaming in one eye and calculation shining out of
the other.

With affection beaming in one eye and calculation shining out of
the other.

If the parks be "the lungs of London" we wonder what Greenwich
Fair is--a periodical breaking out, we suppose--a read more

If the parks be "the lungs of London" we wonder what Greenwich
Fair is--a periodical breaking out, we suppose--a sort of spring
rash.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was read more

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 spring of hope, it was the winter of despair . . . in short, the period was so far like the present period . . . .

The wind's in the east. . . . I am always conscious of an
uncomfortable sensation now and then read more

The wind's in the east. . . . I am always conscious of an
uncomfortable sensation now and then when the wind is blowing in
the east.

It's a wery remarkable circumstance, sir," said Sam, "that
poverty and oysters always seem to go together."

It's a wery remarkable circumstance, sir," said Sam, "that
poverty and oysters always seem to go together."