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...Excerpt: Chapter 1. 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; but, saving in the country, I seldom go out until after dark, though, Heaven be thanked, I love its light and feel the cheerfulness it sheds upon the earth, as much as...

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... 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; but, saving in th... ...to be put ashore hard by the wharf, and proceeded thither through a narrow lane which, partaking of the amphibious char acter of its frequenters, had... ...ine.’ Mr Richard Swiveller’s apartments were in the neighbourhood of Drury Lane, and in addition to this convenience of situation had the advantage of... ...was awakened by the stopping of the cart, which was about to turn up a bye lane. The driver kindly got down to help her out, and pointing to some tree... ...ery wan and pallid aspect, however, his hollow cheeks, sharp features, and sunken eyes, no less than a certain look of patient en durance, sufficient... ...n taken to render habitable in modern times, were two small dwellings with sunken windows and oaken doors, fast hastening to decay, empty and desolate... ...erself alone in that solemn building, where the very light, coming through sunken windows, seemed old and grey, and the air, redolent of earth and mou... ...eep away. Let us never think about them, lest they should pursue us again. Sunken eyes and hollow cheeks—wet, cold, and famine—and horrors before them... ...great exertion of strength, he closed the two old gates, which were deeply sunken in the mud, and barred them with a heavy beam. That done, he shook h...

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...y, children were being put to bed, young people were wandering through the lanes love-making, stu- dents sat over their books. Maybe there was a murmu... ...ch and bruised my knees against a plank, and finally splashed out into the lane that ran down from the College Arms. I say splashed, for the storm wat... ...had taken when I drove to Leatherhead—or they had hidden. We went down the lane, by the body of the man in black, sodden now from the overnight hail, ... ...ide. The people who landed there from the boats went tramping off down the lane. The big ferryboat had just made a jour- ney. Three or four soldiers s... ...enly—fire, earthquake, death!” He relapsed into silence, with his chin now sunken almost to his knees. Presently he began waving his hand. “All the wo... ...nds of his lived, that at last in- duced my brother to strike into a quiet lane running east- ward. Presently he came upon a stile, and, crossing it, ... ...t to sea that their tripod sup- ports were almost entirely submerged. Thus sunken, and seen in remote perspective, they appeared far less formidable t... ...es. His black hair fell over his eyes, and his face was dark and dirty and sunken, so that at first I did not recognise him. There was a red cut acros...

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...r the new county history. I am Parson Tringham, the antiquary, of Stagfoot Lane. Don’t you really know, Durbeyfield, that you are the lineal representa... ...on fields so large as to give an unenclosed character to the landscape, the lanes are white, the hedges low and plashed, the atmosphere colourless. Her... ...e pasture. On account of his long delay he started in a flying run down the lane west ward, and had soon passed the hollow and mounted the next rise. ... ... and Tess, locking them all in, started on her way up the dark and crooked lane or street not made for hasty progress; a street laid out before inches... ...he morning mail cart, with its two noiseless wheels, speeding along these lanes like an arrow, as it always did, had driven into her slow and unlight... ...st the ghost behind the skeleton. He matched Crivelli’s dead Christus. His sunken eye pits were of morbid hue, and the light in his eyes had waned. Th...

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...8 Chapter 8 Chapter 8 THE WAY HOME lay across country, through deep little lanes where the late foxgloves sat seriously, like sad hounds; over open do... ...ir house, where Helena was wait- ing for him, was long and crooked, with a sunken flagstone pavement running up to the door by the side of the lawn. O... ...hapter 11 Chapter 11 Chapter 11 THEY DECIDED to find their way through the lanes to Alum Bay, and then, keeping the cross in sight, to return over the... ... late. Twilight, however, rose more rapidly than they had anticipated. The lane twisted among meadows and wild lands and copses—a wilful little lane, ... ...ery large indeed, the largest halo Siegmund had ever seen. When the little lane turned full towards the moon, it seemed as if Siegmund and Helena woul... ...e distorted body to develop the fair bud of the spirit. He turned his pain-sunken eyes towards the sea, whose mean- ing, like that of all things, was ... ...est into his box. The door was opened by her mother. She was a woman whose sunken mouth, ruddy cheeks, and quick brown eyes gave her the appearance of... ...,’ replied her daughter. ‘Well, it’s not ready.’ The mother shut tight her sunken mouth, and regarded her daughter with playful challenge. ‘Because,’ ... ...rkness is only smoke that hangs suffocatingly over the low red heat of the sunken day. Such was Helena’s longed- for night. The tramcar was crowded. I...

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... I gazed, 51 Wordsworth At houses, men, and common light, amazed. The lanes I sought, and as the sun retired, Came, where beneath the trees a f... ... ritten in April, 1798 ritten in April, 1798 No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen Light, n... ...or Susan Gale, What must be done? what will betide? And Betty from the lane has fetched 62 LyricalBallads I Her pony, that is mild and good, ... ...mild and good, Whether he be in joy or pain, Feeding at will along the lane, Or bringing faggots from the wood. And he is all in travelling tr... ...he cannot tell What he has got upon his back. So through the moonlight lanes they go, And far into the moonlight dale, And by the church, and ... ...life would spare, Till she comes back again. So, through the moonlight lane she goes, And far into the moonlight dale; And how she ran, and ho...

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...ye on the tumult of the platform. Garin followed her (the crowd gave him a lane all to himself) and sat down on the pillows with his eyes blazing, and... ...s are supposed, under the Conference rules, to have the five-thousand-foot lanes to themselves, but the foreigner in a hurry is apt to take liber- tie... ...hed, twin-screw tramp of the dingiest, with no more right to the 5000-foot lane than has a horse-cart to a modern road. She carries an ob- solete “bar... ...weep?” he shouts as we two drift side by side. “Do you know this is a Mail-lane? You call yourself a sailor, sir? You ain’t fit to peddle toy balloons... ...ict up-end and sift her engines out of herself and flicker round the Lower Lanes for three weeks on her forward tanks only. We’ll run no risks. Pith h... ... complicated with spasm of the glottis; and, in a dead, flat voice, with a sunken eye that looked and saw not, told me what washes, gargles, pastilles... ...the dial—the years ripped 187 Kipling bodily off poor human shoulders—old sunken eyes filled and alight—harsh lips moistened and human. “John,” Miss ...

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...etween those huge paws a senseless boy as a sort of hostage. >From all the lanes be- tween the booths the people were looking in terror, ready for a r... ...ughing light in her eyes. “No, indeed, I could not. I was riding along the lane by Lade Wood, on my white palfrey, when in the great dark glade there ... ... would ever have floundered through the mud and torrents that ran down the lanes. It was just as if the farm had been built in the lower circle, and t... ...gh he had di- vested himself of the chief evidences of the rivers of muddy lane through which he had walked to Arked House, full four miles off. Viola... ...agistrates, stretched out hands to shake; and as he marched down between a lane of them, turned and fol- lowed the lofty standard of his head towards ... ...d you never teach me to say my prayers?” She stared at him with her great, sunken, uncomplaining eyes, and said, “I hadn’t time;” and as he gave some ... ...hem, such as even now it wrings my heart to recall, and hoarsely said in a sunken voice, “No, Lucy, I am not come to fetch you!” and he took my hand a...

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...s, my boy, are a goin’ to night to get up the monthly meetin’ o’ the Brick Lane Branch o’ the United Grand Junc tion Ebenezer Temperance Association.... ...ng, the father and son Charles Dickens 53 took their way at once to Brick Lane, Sam not forgetting to drop his letter into a general post office as t... ...eneral post office as they walked along. The monthly meetings of the Brick Lane Branch of the United Grand Junction Ebenezer Temperance Association we... ...horts, and Mr. Humm rose and said—That, with the per mission of his Brick Lane Branch brothers and sisters, then and there present, the secretary wou... ... was a tall, gaunt, cadaverous man, in an old greatcoat and slippers, with sunken cheeks, and a restless, eager eye. His lips were bloodless, and his ... ...self on the staircase. We have described him, by the bye, as having deeply sunken eyes, in the best of times. In his present state of want and distres... ...re painful process to get them up.’ As he spoke, he pointed to his sallow, sunken cheeks, and, drawing up his coat sleeve, disclosed an arm which look... ...eemed to have shared the lot of eyes in mortals, and to have grown dim and sunken with age. Six, seven, eight Storey high, were the houses; storey pil... ...chairs, a table, and an old eight day clock. Over the mantelpiece were the sunken doors of an iron safe, while a couple of hanging shelves for books, ...

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...present re- duced condition it bears a thaw almost worse than any place I know. It gets so dreadfully low-spirited when damp breaks forth. Those wonde... ...ck, I refer an air of mystery and magic which pervaded the whole of my perquisition among the traps that were set for Jack. We began by diving into th... ...me from the dyer’s. Or lastly, take to finish with, two cases that we all know, every day. We all know the new hotel near the station, where it is alw... ...ifficult to indicate what a shock- ing sight I saw in them, without frightening the reader from the perusal of these lines, and defeating my object of... ...rement. I perceive the altar to be rickety and the Commandments damp. Entering after this survey, I jostle the clergyman in his canoni- cals, who is e... ...being again rung for by conflicting bells, like a leg of mutton or a laced hat a hundred years ago, I make selection of a church oddly put away in a c...

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...is indirect homage) condescend- ingly remarks, ‘would be preferable.’ ‘Mr. Jasper’s breathing was so remarkably short’ – thus discreetly does Mr. Tope... ...stic word to express his assent to the arrangement. They have but to cross what was once the vineyard, belonging to what was once the Monastery, to co... ...all sides, as if the days of Saint Stephen were revived, Durdles remarks of the young savages, with some point, that ‘they haven’t got an object,’ and... ..., bare of glass, the broken frames for which cast patterns on the ground. The heavy pillars which support the roof engender masses of black shade, but... ...the steps by which they rise to the Cathedral, Durdles pauses for new store of breath. The steps are very dark, but 139 Charles Dickens out of the da... ...rdles has tumbled twice, and cut an eyebrow open once – they descend into the crypt again, with the intent of issuing forth as they entered. But, whil...

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...ar to ear over the top of his skull in the manner of a bandage. His narrow sunken face was of an uniform and permanent terra-cotta colour, like a piec... ...ity of infamous grog shops, gambling dens, opium dens. We walked up narrow lanes where our gharry— a tiny box of a thing on wheels, attached to a jibb... ..., and the driver jumping down opened the door. A black mudhole blocked the lane. A mound of garbage crowned with the dead body of a dog arrested us no... ...of a tree trunk lost in a dense undergrowth. These over- grown cheeks were sunken. It was an anchorite’s bony head fitted with a Capuchin’s beard and ... ...he time the man, holding with both hands, looked at him anxiously with his sunken eyes. Then, just as Falk was ready to put his hand on him, the man l...

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...e on the edge of the common, at the end of a wide, grassy, briar-entangled lane shaded with oak, it had never known the world of today. Not till Egber... ...e X- rayed. It was very important. Godfrey Marshall walked up and down the lane with the doctor, beside the standing motor-car: up and down, up and do... ...ray! we have leapt in a clear jump over the canal bridges—now for the four-lane corner. With a shriek and a trail of sparks we are clear again. T o be... ...ce. There seemed a curious elation about Maurice. Bertie was haggard, with sunken eyes. ‘What is it?’ she asked. ‘We’ve become friends,’ said Maurice,... ...l, neither moved nor spoke. And so the three remained for some time at the lane end. At last Joe began kicking the ground—then he suddenly lifted his ... ...he air, and whistled at random. So they went down the quiet, deserted grey lane. He was whis- tling the air: ‘I’m Gilbert, the filbert, the colonel of... ...a long way off, disturbed him until he did not know where he was. Only the sunken cheeks, and the mouth that seemed to protrude now were foreign to hi...

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...appearance. It was a careworn looking man, whose sal low face, and deeply sunken eyes, were rendered still more striking than Nature had made them, b... ...ve or live, as fortune wills it.’ ‘Certainly,’ said Mr. Snodgrass: for the sunken eye of the dismal man rested on him, and he felt it necessary to say... ...or I had been travelling in the provinces, and he had been skulking in the lanes and alleys of London. I was dressed to leave the house, and was cross... ...and the world has closed upon your miseries and misfortunes for ever.’ The sunken eye of the dismal man flashed brightly as he spoke, but the momentar... ...noon when the four friends and their four footed companion turned into the lane leading to Manor Farm; and even when they were so near their place of ... ...e dire imaginings by the sudden appearance of two figures at a turn of the lane. It was Mr. Wardle, and his The Pickwick Papers 66 faithful attendant... ...ment. As their walk, which was not above two miles long, lay through shady lanes and sequestered footpaths, and as their The Pickwick Papers 88 conve... ...he stranger in the mulberry suit, who had a large, sallow, ugly face, very sunken eyes, and a gigantic head, from which depended a quantity of lank bl... ...light of disappointment and neglect. How soon have those same eyes, deeply sunken in the head, glared from faces wasted with famine, and sallow from c...

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...eat old lonely house, called Ragglesford, at the end of a very long dreary lane; and many a day Alfred would have 7 Yo n g e given something if those... ...ord, I hope!’ cried Harold, who re- garded any one at the end of that long lane as his natural enemy. ‘No, it only says Friarswood,’ said Ellen. ‘You’... ...f gooseberries and French beans, and Mrs. King walked all the way down the lane with her, and tried to shew an interest in all she said, to make up fo... ... Sunday,’ she could not help sighing out as she looked anxiously along the lane ere turning in, and then said, ‘My good lad, I don’t want to get you t... ... spending a Sunday evening this!’ began Ellen; ‘and coming hollaing up the lane, just on purpose to wake poor Alfred, when he’s so ill!’ ‘I’m sure I n... ... and an impostor coming about with false tales, was like a weight upon his sunken spirits, and seemed to take away all the little heart hard usage had...

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... silent escort and bright torches, continued for some distance to creak along the high-road, and I to follow it in amazement, which was soon exchanged... ...ly, to maintain my distance; and that (since I knew my countrymen so near) was become a chief point with me. A hundred yards farther on the cart whipp... ...d the horses had again declined into a hobbling 94 St. Ives walk. Persuaded that they could not escape me, I took my time, and recovered my breath as... ...eep back, plunged into the house, and appeared next moment in the doorway of the chamber. ‘Oh, sir!’ says he, ‘keep away from those there windows. A b... ...f company. The 106 St. Ives night fell, and the shine of the fire brightened and blinked on the panelled wall. Our illuminated windows must have been... ...not, with a sleuth-hound at my heels, and never a friend but the holly-stick! We came at the same time to a crossing of lanes. The branch to the left ...

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...or he boasted no great coat), went down a slide on Cornhill, at the end of a lane of boys, twenty times, in honour of its being Christmas Eve, and the... ...aid he knew it. And he sobbed. They left the high road, by a well remembered lane, and soon approached a mansion of dull red brick, with a little weat... ...ayest faces. And at the same time there emerged from scores of bye streets, lanes, and nameless turnings, innumerable people, carrying their dinners ... ...worn, and fiercely tried to undermine the earth. Built upon a dismal reef of sunken rocks, some league or so from shore, on which the waters chafed a...

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...or he boasted no great coat), went down a slide on Cornhill, at the end of a lane of boys, twenty times, in honour of its being Christmas Eve, and the... ... FIRST OF THE THREE SPIRITS 21 They left the high road, by a well remembered lane, and soon approached a mansion of dull red brick, with a little weat... ...gayest faces. And at the same time there emerged from scores of bye streets, lanes, and nameless turnings, innumerable people, carrying their dinners ... ... worn, and fiercely tried to undermine the earth. Built upon a dismal reef of sunken rocks, some league or so from shore, on which the waters chafed an...

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...uctor, catching him by the arm, pushed open the door of a house near Field Lane; and drawing him into the passage, closed it behind them. ‘Now, then!’... ...0 OLIVER TWIST for, having recently removed into the neighborhood of Field Lane from the remote but genteel suburb of Ratcliffe, she was not under the... ...ce of Mr. Bumble, the beadle. The child was pale and thin; his cheeks were sunken; and his eyes large and bright. The scanty parish dress, the livery ... .... Sikes struck, by way of Chiswell Street, into Barbican: thence into Long Lane, and so into Smithfield; from which latter place arose a tumult of dis... ...ntil they were clear of the turmoil, and had made their way through Hosier Lane into Holborn. ‘Now, young ‘un!’ said Sikes, looking up at the clock of... ...d expected; but still kept walking on, in mud and darkness, through gloomy lanes and over cold open wastes, until they came within sight of the lights... ... tied over his head under his hat. He drew them slowly off. Blanched face, sunken eyes, hollow cheeks, beard of three days’ growth, wasted flesh, shor...

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... ‘It shall be so; it is your vengeance.’ He stared long at me with his big sunken eyes. “We came back to the coast. Our feet were bleed- ing, our bodi... ...urned his face to me. It was Matara. He stared at me fiercely with his big sunken eyes. The night was cold; the heat died suddenly out of the fire, an... ...mitation of old people’s voices; and suddenly ceased when we turned into a lane. 53 Joseph Conrad I saw them many times in my wandering about the cou... ... his heavy clogs. The sombre pro- cession drifted in and out of the narrow lanes, through sunshine and through shade, between fields and hedgerows, sc... ...thout the trouble of going to town. The house stood alone amongst rocks. A lane of mud and stones ended at the door. The sea-winds coming ashore on St... ...hers tried to soothe them, all talking at once. The noise went away up the lane with the men, who staggered together in a tight knot, remon- strating ... ...ore. She turned her back upon the black silence of the pit and went up the lane towards Ploumar, stumbling along with sombre determination, as if she ...

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...y over the hidden idea, as a rivulet may sparkle and dimple over something sunken in its bed. But speak the word, and it is like bringing up a drowned... ... clamor of a tribe of beggars who had taken their stand in a little rustic lane that crept beside that portion of the villa, and were addressing their... ...ons of their tower, so long ago that one half of its height was said to be sunken under the surface and to hide subterranean cham- bers which once wer... ...e of the Tiber, and sometimes a fall of great snow- flakes into the dreary lanes and alleys of the miserable city. Cold blasts, that bring death with ... ... utter himself upon that theme which lovers are fain to discuss in village lanes, in wood paths, on seaside sands, in crowded streets; it little matte... ...ncess might alight from her gilded equipage to go on foot through a rustic lane. And now, after a mask in which love and death had performed their sev... ...oman house are left as free as the street, of which they form a sort of by-lane. The sculptor, therefore, could hope to find informa- tion about Hilda...