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Although I am an old man, night is generally my time for walking. In the summer I often leave home early in the morning, and roam about fields and lanes all day, or even escape for days or weeks together; ...
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The Old Curiosity Shop
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_____ sat in the corner of the darkened room in the great arm-chair by the bedside, and ___ lay tucked up warm in a little basket bedstead, carefully disposed on a low settee immediately in front of the fire and close to it, as if his constitution were analogous to that of a muffin, and it was essential to toast him brown while he was very new.
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Dombey and Son
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Marley was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that.
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A Christmas Carol. In Prose. Being a Ghost Story of Christmas
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My father’s family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or more explicit than Pip.
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Great Expectations
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Everybody said so. Far be it from me to assert that what everybody says must be true.
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The Haunted Man and the Ghost's Bargain, A Fancy for Christmas-Time
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The first ray of light which illumines the gloom, and converts into a dazzling brilliancy that obscurity in which the earlier history of the public career of the immortal ________ would appear to be involved, is derived from the perusal of the following entry in the Transactions of the ________ Club, ...
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The Pickwick Papers or The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club
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London. Michaelmas term lately over, and the Lord Chancellor sitting in Lincoln's Inn Hall.
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Bleak House
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In the year 1775, there stood upon the borders of Epping Forest, at a distance of about twelve miles from London—measuring from the Standard in Cornhill, or rather from the spot on or near to which the Standard used to be in days of yore—a house of public entertainment called the Maypole; ...
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Barnaby Rudge: A Tale of the Riots of Eighty
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There are not many people—and as it is desirable that a story-teller and a story-reader should establish a mutual understanding as soon as possible, I beg it to be noticed that I confine this observation neither to young people nor to little people, but extend it to all conditions of people: little and big, young and old: yet growing up, or already growing down again—there are not, I say, many people who would care to sleep in a church.
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The Chimes: A Goblin Story of Some Bells that Rang an Old Year Out and a New Year In
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‘Now, what I want is, Facts. Teach these boys and girls nothing but Facts.
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Hard Times – For These Times
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In these times of ours, though concerning the exact year there is no need to be precise, a boat of dirty and disreputable appearance, with two figures in it, floated on the Thames, between Southwark bridge which is of iron, and London Bridge which is of stone, as an autumn evening was closing in.
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Our Mutual Friend
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Introduces all the Rest: There once lived, in a sequestered part of the county of Devonshire, one Mr. Godfrey ________: a worthy gentleman, who, taking it into his head rather late in life that he must get married, and not being young enough or rich enough to aspire to the hand of a lady of fortune, had wedded an old flame out of mere attachment, who in her turn had taken him for the same reason.
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The Life and Adventures of Nickolas Nickleby
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An ancient English Cathedral Tower? How can the ancient English Cathedral tower be here!
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The Mystery of Edwin Drood
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As no lady or gentleman, with any claims to polite breeding, can possibly sympathize with the __________ Family without being first assured of the extreme antiquity of the race, it is a great satisfaction to know that it undoubtedly descended in a direct line from Adam and Eve; and was, in the very earliest times, closely connected with the agricultural interest.
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The Life and Adventures of Martin Chuzzlewit
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Once upon a time, it matters little when, and in stalwart England, it matters little where, a fierce battle was fought. It was fought upon a long summer day when the waving grass was green.
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The Battle of Life: A Love Story
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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, ...
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A Tale of Two Cities
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Among other public buildings in a certain town, which for many reasons it will be prudent to refrain from mentioning, and to which I will assign no fictitious name, there is one anciently common to most towns, great or small: to wit, a workhouse; ...
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Oliver Twist; or, the Parish Boy's Progress
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Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show.
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The Personal History, Adventures, Experience and Observation of David Copperfield the Younger of Blunderstone Rookery
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Thirty years ago, Marseilles lay burning in the sun, one day. A blazing sun upon a fierce August day was no greater rarity in southern France then, than at any other time, before or since.
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Little Dorrit
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The kettle began it! Don’t tell me what Mrs. Peerybingle said.
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The Cricket on the Hearth: A Fairy Tale of Home
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