Up the two terrace flights of steps the rain ran wildly, and beat at the great door, like a swift messenger rousing those within;.
Charles DickensA tranquil summer sunset shone upon him as he approached the end of his walk, and passed through the meadows by the river side. He had that sense of peace, and of being lightened of a weight of care, which country quiet awakens in the breasts of dwellers in towns.
Charles Dickens"Then what can you want to do now?" said the old lady,gaining courage. "I wants to make your flesh creep," replied the boy.
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