I must have been married, if I may trust to my imperfect memory for dates, about a year or so, when ...
2009-10-03
I received one morning by the post, the following letter, dated Canterbury, and addressed to me at D...
I laboured hard at my book, without allowing it to interfere with the punctual discharge of my newsp...
We were now down in Westminster. We had turned back to follow her, having encountered her coming tow...
It was yet early in the morning of the following day, when, as I was walking in my garden with my au...
By this time, some months had passed since our interview on the bank of the river with Martha. I had...
This is not the time at which I am to enter on the state of my mind beneath its load of sorrow. I ca...
I must pause yet once again. O, my child-wife, there is a figure in the moving crowd before my memor...
When the time Mr. Micawber had appointed so mysteriously, was within four-and-twenty hours of being ...
No need, O Steerforth, to have said, when we last spoke together, in that hour which I so little dee...
I now approach an event in my life, so indelible, so awful, so bound by an infinite variety of ties ...
One thing more, I had to do, before yielding myself to the shock of these emotions. It was, to conce...
It was a long and gloomy night that gathered on me, haunted by the ghosts of many hopes, of many dea...
For a time - at all events until my book should be completed, which would be the work of several mon...
My aunt and I, when we were left alone, talked far into the night. How the emigrants never wrote hom...