Our Mutual Friend

by Charles Dickens

"I'll tell you a story Of Jack a Manory,

was a foggy day in London, and the fog was heavy and dark.

Even in the surrounding country it was a foggy day, but there the fog was grey, whereas in London it was, at about the boundary line, dark yellow, and a little within it brown, and then browner, and then browner, until at the heart of the City—which call Saint Mary Axe—it was rusty-black. From

Description of foggy London.

'Do you not, sir—without intending it—of a surety without intending it—sometimes mingle the character I fairly earn in your employment, with the character which it is your policy that I should bear?'

and I wager two-pence you'll afterwards go on squeezing those Christians like the Jew you are.

for every boat that put off sculled into the fog and was lost to view at a boat's length.

intrusted

At every one of her adjectives she redoubled her kisses,

tell me if you see any book about a Miser.'

Morning after morning they roamed about the town together, pursuing this singular research.

Miserly literature not being abundant, the proportion of failures to successes may have been as a hundred to one;

he pursued the acquisition of those dismal records with the ardour of Don Quixote for his books of chivalry,

Could tie into collecting psychology

'why a dark lantern?

one of those squat, high-shouldered, short-necked glass bottles which the Dutchman is said to keep his Courage

yellow-legginged and purple-faced,

'No one is useless in this world,' retorted the Secretary, 'who lightens the burden of it for any one else.'

have very strong reasons, Miss Wilfer, for bearing with the drawbacks of my position in the house we both inhabit.

'And so, Miss Wren,' said Mr Eugene Wrayburn, 'I cannot persuade you to dress me a doll?'

'You have fallen into the hands of the Jews, Eugene.'

A man of rapid passions and sluggish intelligence,

Wrayburn's purposeless walks,

Up came the sun, steaming all over London,

'Sophronia, I never believe anybody. I never have, my dear, since I believed you.

'Once before—if you had your eyesight,' replied Miss Wren; the conditional clause in an under-tone.

'Get behind the young alligator in the corner,

had had

had had

might have...

'My love, my life! You ARE mine?'

'Yes, I AM yours if you think me worth taking!'

But it's well known to water-side characters like myself, that him as has been brought out o drowning, can never be drowned.'

'How can I plan anything, if I haven't sleep?'

how I have lain awake at night and cried for my good Sophronia,

wholesale vision of tea, rice, odd-smelling silks, carved boxes, and tight-eyed people

There's no royal road to learning; and what is life but learning!'