Charles Dickens

He would make a lovely corpse.

He would make a lovely corpse.

Why then we should drop into poetry.

Why then we should drop into poetry.

I am well aware that I am the 'umblest person going . . . let the
other be where read more

I am well aware that I am the 'umblest person going . . . let the
other be where he may.

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.

"Never see . . . a dead post-boy, did you?" inquired
Sam. . . . "No," rejoined Bob, "I read more

"Never see . . . a dead post-boy, did you?" inquired
Sam. . . . "No," rejoined Bob, "I never did." "No!" rejoined Sam
triumphantly. "Nor never vill; and there's another thing that no
man never see, and that's a dead donkey."