Nicholas Nickleby: By Charles Dickens : Illustrated

Now my soul, my gentle, captivating, bewitching, and most demnebly enslaving chick-a-biddy, be calm,'

'If a man would commit an inexpiable offence against any society, large or small, let him be successful. They will forgive him any crime but that.'

the beautiful devotion of so young and weak a creature had shed a ray of its own on the inanimate things around, and made them beautiful as itself;

Gold, for the instant, lost its lustre in his eyes, for there were countless treasures of the heart which it could never purchase.

how much injustice, misery, and wrong, there was, and yet how the world rolled on, from year to year, alike careless and indifferent, and no man seeking to remedy or redress it; when he thought of all this, and selected from the mass the one slight case on which his thoughts were bent, he felt, indeed, that there was little ground for hope, and lit

Newman, with his pen behind his ear, sat, stiff and immovable, on his stool, regarding the father and son by turns with a broad stare.

Mystery and disappointment are not absolutely indispensable to the growth of love, but they are, very often, its powerful auxiliaries.

Now suppose a man can get a fortune in a wife instead of with her—eh?' 'Why, then, he's a lucky fellow,'

live upon their wits (or not so much, perhaps, upon the presence of their own wits as upon the absence of wits in other people)