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“Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit answered to, in strongest conjuration.”

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March 4, 2026 at 8:19 AM
The mine which Time has slowly dug beneath familiar objects is sprung in an instant; and what was rock before, becomes but sand and dust.
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January 31, 2026 at 4:16 PM
though as a body they are ready to make oath upon the Evangelists at any hour of the day or night, that it is the most thriving and prosperous of all countries on the habitable globe.
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April 9, 2025 at 9:17 PM
He had got through the village, and this toll-bar was his last trial; but when the infant toll-takers came screeching out, he had half a mind to run for it, and make a bolt across the country.
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March 24, 2025 at 3:28 PM
If it had been a common quarrel (they observed), he would have said something, but when he didn’t, Mr Pinch must have shocked him dreadfully.
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March 24, 2025 at 3:27 PM
‘You left Mr Pecksniff!’ cried the tollman, folding his arms, and spreading his legs. ‘I should as soon have thought of his head leaving him.’
‘Aye!’ said Tom, ‘so should I, yesterday. Good night!’
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March 24, 2025 at 3:31 PM
The sharpest pickles vanished, whole cucumbers at once, like sugar-plums, and no man winked his eye.

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August 19, 2026 at 3:14 PM
Martin was going to be very wroth, but he thought better of it, and said:

‘In Heaven’s name let them come, then.’
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November 13, 2025 at 5:13 PM
and that instead of overhearing fragments of the conversation, he must have rejoiced in every word of it.
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March 23, 2025 at 1:48 PM
according to a laudable custom, much tending to the promotion of gentlemanly feeling and social confidence, published in the next number of the Watertoast Gazette.
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November 12, 2025 at 6:51 PM
rare provisions were there, dangling from the rafters as if you had only to open your mouth, and something exquisitely ripe and good would be glad of the excuse for tumbling into it.

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August 22, 2026 at 10:00 PM
and the window had not been opened for such a long space of time that it pleaded immemorial usage, and wouldn’t come open now.
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March 25, 2025 at 5:48 PM
I will now, my dear sir, if you will give me leave, retire to shed a few tears in the back garden, as an humble individual.’
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March 23, 2025 at 1:49 PM
When she had delivered this oration, Mrs Gamp leaned her chin upon the cool iron again; and looking intently at the Antwerp packet, shook her head and groaned.
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September 21, 2025 at 3:48 PM
It went a great way, perhaps, with Mr Jefferson Brick, who took occasion to whisper in Martin’s ear:
‘One of the most remarkable men in our country, sir!’
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April 9, 2025 at 9:13 PM
‘I haven’t got it,’ said Tom. ‘I—’ he couldn’t evade it; he felt she would have him in the next question, if he got over this one. ‘I have left Mr Pecksniff.’
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March 24, 2025 at 3:30 PM
Pleasant little Ruth! Cheerful, tidy, bustling, quiet little Ruth! No doll’s house ever yielded greater delight to its young mistress, than little Ruth derived from her glorious dominion over the triangular parlour and the two small bedrooms.
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November 11, 2025 at 7:00 PM
‘There she identically goes! Poor sweet young creetur, there she goes, like a lamb to the sacrifige! If there’s any illness when that wessel gets to sea,’ said Mrs Gamp, prophetically, ‘it’s murder, and I’m the witness for the persecution.’
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September 21, 2025 at 5:42 PM
May I also ask you to favour me with any critical observations that have ever presented themselves to your reflective faculties, on “Cain, a Mystery,” by the Right Honourable Lord Byron?
‘I am, Sir,
‘Yours (forgive me if I add, soaringly),
‘PUTNAM SMIF
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November 12, 2025 at 6:51 PM
while the meagre bedsteads, washing-stands, and scraps of carpet, were huddled away into corners as objects of secondary consideration, not to be thought of but as disagreeable necessities, furnishing no profit, and intruding on the one affair of life.
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April 7, 2025 at 11:28 PM
Quickly becoming depressed again, he sighed; looked into the crown of his hat, as if for comfort; put it on without finding any; and slowly departed.
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February 28, 2024 at 2:17 PM
Did the fire flicker in a draught of air, he glanced over his shoulder, as almost dreading to behold some shrouded figure fanning and flapping at it with its fearful dress.
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March 2, 2024 at 5:23 PM
In plainer words he had a most distinguished genius for swindling, and could start a bank, or negotiate a loan, or form a land-jobbing company (entailing ruin, pestilence, and death, on hundreds of families), with any gifted creature in the Union.
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April 9, 2025 at 9:14 PM