Good never come of such evil, a happier end was not in nature to so unhappy a beginning.
Charles DickensThis was my only and my constant comfort. When I think of it, the picture always rises in my mind, of a summer evening, the boys at play in the churchyard, and I sitting on my bed, reading as if for life.
Charles DickensI am what you designed me to be.I am your blade. You cannot now complain if you also feel the hurt
Charles DickensThe 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 Dickens