We know, Mr. Weller - we, who are men of the world - that a good uniform must work its way with the women, sooner or later.

But Rosa soon made the discovery that Miss Twinkleton didn't read fairly. She cut the love-scenes, interpolated passages in praise of female celibacy, and was guilty of other glaring pious frauds.

A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it.

Give me a moment, because I like to cry for joy. It's so delicious, John dear, to cry for joy.

Dombey sat in the corner of the darkened room in the great arm-chair by the bedside, and Son lay tucked up warm in a little basket bedstead, carefully disposed on a low settee immediately in front of the fire and close to it, as if his constitution were analogous to that of a muffin, and it was essential to toast him brown while he was very new.

And what about the cash, my existence's jewel?

If I could not walk far and fast, I think I should just explode and perish.