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An awful survey, in a lonely and remote part of an empty old pile of building, on a winter night, with the loud wind going by upon its journey of mystery—whence or whither, no man knowing since the world began—and the stars, in unimaginable millions, glittering through it, from eternal space, where the world’s bulk is as a grain, and its hoary age is infancy.

EVERYBODY said so.
Far be it from me to assert that what everybody says must be true. Everybody is,often,as likely to be wrong as right

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Better be called ever so far out of your name,if it’s done in real liking, than have it made ever so much of,and not cared about

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More figures in the lengthening sum of recollection that we work and work at to our torment, till Death idly jumbles all together, and rubs all out

Another slow but short Dickensonians group read. The 5th of Dickens' Christmas stories.