Charles Dickens

Hallo! A great deal of steam! the pudding was out of the
copper. A smell like a washing-day! That read more

Hallo! A great deal of steam! the pudding was out of the
copper. A smell like a washing-day! That was the cloth. A
smell like an eating-house and a pastrycook's next door to each
other, with a laundress's next door to that. That was the
pudding.

Oh, a dainty plant is the ivy green,
That creepeth o'er ruins old!
Of right choice food read more

Oh, a dainty plant is the ivy green,
That creepeth o'er ruins old!
Of right choice food are his meals I ween,
In his cell so lone and cold.
. . . .
Creeping where no life is seen,
A rare old plant is the ivy green.

"And a bird-cage, sir," said Sam. "Veels vithin veels, a prison
in a prison."

"And a bird-cage, sir," said Sam. "Veels vithin veels, a prison
in a prison."

Anyone who considers arithmetical methods of producing random
digits is, of course, in a state of sin.

Anyone who considers arithmetical methods of producing random
digits is, of course, in a state of sin.

It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far read more

It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known.