Listlessness to everything, but brooding sorrow, was the night that fell on my undisciplined heart. Let me look up from it - as at last I did, thank Heaven! - and from its long, sad, wretched dream, to dawn.

“A Companion Picture XII. The Fellow of Delicacy XIII.”

“Tell the Wind and the Fire where to stop; not me.”

“Speak well of the law. Take care of your chest and voice, my good friend, and l…”

“It was all Mrs. Bumble. She would do it," urged Mr. Bumble; first looking round…”