Nicholas Nickleby: By Charles Dickens : Illustrated

The father fell into his chair pale and trembling; Arthur Gride plucked and fumbled at his hat, and durst not raise his eyes from the floor; even Ralph crouched for the moment like a beaten hound, cowed by the presence of one young innocent girl!

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

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

it would be all the same a hundred years hence;

Happy Mrs. Nickleby! A project had but to be new, and it came home to her mind, brightly varnished and gilded as a glittering toy.

'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.'

as in all other cases where people who are strangers to each other are thrown unexpectedly together, they should endeavour to render themselves as pleasant,

lamp-post in the middle: and no grass, but the weeds which spring up round its base. It is a quiet, little-frequented, retired spot, favourable to melancholy and contemplation, and appointments of long-waiting;

But, the faint image of Eden which is stamped upon them in childhood, chafes and rubs in our rough struggles with the world, and soon wears away: