Spring is the time of year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade.

Tongue; well that's a wery good thing when it an't a woman.

She writhes under her life. A woman more angry, passionate, reckless, and revengeful never lived.

Mr. and Mrs. Boffin sat staring at mid-air, and Mrs. Wilfer sat silently giving them to understand that every breath she drew required to be drawn with a self-denial rarely paralleled in history.

Let me feel now what sharp distress I may.

I never had one hour's happiness in her society, and yet my mind all round the four-and-twenty hours was harping on the happiness of having her with me unto death.

But, tears were not the things to find their way to Mr. Bumble's soul; his heart was waterproof.