The nephew revenges himself for this, by holding his breath and terrifying his kinswoman with the dread belief that he has made up his mind to burst. Regardless of whispers and shakes, he swells and becomes discoloured, and yet again swells and becomes discoloured, until the aunt can bear it no longer, but leads him out, with no visible neck, and with his eyes going before him like a prawn's.
Charles DickensThey are so filthy and bestial that no honest man would admit one into his house for a water-closet doormat.
Charles DickensAnd still I stood looking at the house, thinking how happy I should be if I lived there with her, and knowing that I never was happy with her, but always miserable.
Charles DickensThe day was made for laziness, and lying on one's back in green places, and staring at the sky till its brightness forced one to shut one's eyes and go to sleep.
Charles DickensIt is, as Mr. Rokesmith says, a matter of feeling, but Lor how many matters ARE matters of feeling!
Charles Dickens