Sunday Sentence: David Copperfield by Charles Dickens

Simply put, the best sentence(s) I’ve read this past week, presented out of context and without commentary.


It was Miss Murdstone who was arrived, and a gloomy-looking lady she was; dark, like her brother, whom she greatly resembled in face and voice; and with very heavy eyebrows, nearly meeting over her large nose, as if, being disabled by the wrongs of her sex from wearing whiskers, she had carried them to that account. She brought with her two uncompromising hard black boxes, with her initi...