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[Literature] Charles Dickens: Night Walks #15/43 All these busy figures between decks, dimly seen bending at their work in smoke and fire, are as nothing to the figures that shall

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5 months ago

[Literature] Charles Dickens: Night Walks #14/43 I had seen the sheaved corn carrying in the golden fields as I came down to the river; and the rosy farmer, watching his labouring

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6 months ago

[Literature] Charles Dickens: Night Walks #13/43 Chatham Dockyard There are som

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[Literature] Charles Dickens: Night Walks #12/43 The lights were turned out while the sparks died out, and it appeared to me as if the whole play – ship, donkey, men and women, di

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6 months ago

[Literature] Charles Dickens: Night Walks #11/43 Then, I pictured to myself the being called upon to come down on the stage and receive the donkey. I tho

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7 months ago

[Literature] Charles Dickens: Night Walks #10/43 BLORES, WOODENLEGWA

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7 months ago

[Literature] Charles Dickens: Night Walks #9/43 Had I the least idea what was meant by such terms as jobbery, rigging the market, cooking accounts, getting up a dividend, making

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7 months ago

[Literature] Charles Dickens: Night Walks #8/43 Now, when I saw this dog I thought of Whittington, and felt that things were coming right; I encouraged him by saying, ‘Hi, boy!’

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7 months ago

[Literature] Charles Dickens: Night Walks #7/43 These were, first to go (as a species of investment) and see the Giants in Guildhall, out of whom I felt it not improbable that so

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8 months ago

[Literature] Charles Dickens: Night Walks #6/43 Gone Astray When I was a very

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[Literature] Charles Dickens: Night Walks #5/43 A painful and unnatural result comes of the comparison one is forced to institute between the growth of corruption as displayed in

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8 months ago

[Literature] Charles Dickens: Night Walks #4/43 I wonder that the great master who knew everything, when he called Sleep the death of each day’s life, did not call Dreams the ins

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[Literature] Charles Dickens: Night Walks #3/43 Quite refreshed by having mingled with this good society, I made a new start with a new heart, setting the old King’s Bench priso

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9 months ago

[Literature] Charles Dickens: Night Walks #2/43 There was need of encouragement on the threshold of the bridge, for the bridge was dreary. The chopped-up murdered man, had not b

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9 months ago

[Literature] Charles Dickens: Night Walks #1/43

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