The day was made for laziness, and lying on one's back in green places, and staring at the sky till its brightness forced one to shut one's eyes and go to sleep.
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The Old Curiosity Shop by Charles Dickens
The air came laden with the fragrance it caught upon its way, and the bees, upborne upon its scented breath, hummed forth their drowsy satisfaction as they floated by.
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The Old Curiosity Shop by Charles Dickens
The flowers that sleep by night, opened their gentle eyes and turned them to the day. The light, creation's mind, was everywhere, and all things owned its power.
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The Old Curiosity Shop by Charles Dickens
It was the beginning of a day in June; the deep blue sky unsullied by a cloud, and teeming with brilliant light. The streets were, as yet, nearly free from passengers, the houses and shops were closed, and the healthy air of morning fell like breath from angels, on the sleeping town.
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The Old Curiosity Shop by Charles Dickens
"Oh Sairey, Sairey, little do we know wot lays afore us!"
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Martin Chuzzlewit by Charles Dickens
Oh, haggard mind, groping darkly through the past; incapable of detaching itself from the miserable present; dragging its heavy chain of care through imaginary feasts and revels, and scenes of awful pomp; seeking but a moment's rest among the long-forgotten haunts of childhood, and the resorts of yesterday; and dimly finding fear and horror everywhere!
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Martin Chuzzlewit by Charles Dickens
Change begets change. Nothing propagates so fast.
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Martin Chuzzlewit by Charles Dickens
It was one of those hot, silent nights, when people sit at windows listening for the thunder which they know will shortly break; when they recall dismal tales of hurricanes and earthquakes; and of lonely travellers on open plains, and lonely ships at sea, struck by lightning.
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Martin Chuzzlewit by Charles Dickens
"My meaning is, that no man can expect his children to respect what he degrades."
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Martin Chuzzlewit by Charles Dickens
"A man can well afford to be as bold as brass, my good fellow, when he gets gold in exchange!"
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Martin Chuzzlewit by Charles Dickens
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