Now, I return to this young fellow. And the communication I have got to make is, that he has great expectations.

... still his philanthropy was of that gunpowderous sort that the difference between it and animosity was hard to determine.

He says-him as was here just now-'When Tom shut up the house, mate, to go to rack, the beds was left, all made, like as if somebody was a-going to sleep in every bed. And if you was to walk through the bedrooms now, you'd see the ragged mouldy bedclothes a heaving and a heaving like seas. And a heaving and a heaving with what?' he says. 'Why, with the rats under 'em.'

The year end brings no greater pleasure then the opportunity to express to you season's greetings and good wishes. May your holidays and new year be filled with joy.

Love her, love her, love her! If she favours you, love her. If she wounds you, love her. If she tears your heart to pieces – and as it gets older and stronger, it will tear deeper – love her, love her, love her!

It is the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

I will die here where I have walked. And I will walk here, though I am in my grave. I will walk here until the pride of this house is humbled.