You speak so feelingly and so manfully, Charles Darnay

You should know," said Estella. "I am what you have made me. Take all the praise, take all the blame; take all the success, take all the failure; in short, take me.

Take the pencil and write under my name, 'I forgive her.

So new to him," she muttered, "so old to me; so strange to him, so familiar to me; so melancholy to both of us!

If you could see my legs when I take my boots off, you'd form some idea of what unrequited affection is.

"O, Mrs. Clennam, Mrs. Clennam," said Little Dorrit, "angry feelings and unforgiving deeds are no comfort and no guide to you and me."

They whirled past the dark trees, as feathers would be swept before a hurricane. Houses, gates, churches, hay-stacks, objects of every kind they shot by, with a velocity and noise like roaring waters suddenly let loose. Still the noise of pursuit grew louder, and still my uncle could hear the young lady wildly screaming, "Faster! Faster!"