God bless us, every one!
They are so filthy and bestial that no honest man would admit one into his house for a water-closet doormat.
There is nothing truer than physiognomy, taken in connection with manner.
and, unlike the celebrated herd in the poem, they were not forty children conducting themselves as one, but every child was conducting itself like forty.
A good thing can't be cruel.
With throbbing veins and burning skin, eyes wild and heavy, thoughts hurried and disordered, he felt as though the light were a reproach, and shrunk involuntarily from the day as if he were some foul and hideous thing.