We know, Mr. Weller—we, who are men of the world—that…

We know, Mr. Weller—we, who are men of the world—that a good uniform must work its way with the women, sooner or later.

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Chapter 37.

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I wants to make your flesh creep. - View Quote Details on I wants to make your flesh creep.
Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childish days; that can recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth; that can transport the sailor and the traveller, thousands of miles away, back to his own fireside and his quiet home! - View Quote Details on Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the…
Ven you’re a married man, Samivel, you’ll understand a good many things as you don’t understand now; but vether it’s worth goin’ through so much, to learn so little, as the charity-boy said ven he got to the end of the alphabet, is a matter of taste. - View Quote Details on Ven you’re a married man, Samivel, you’ll understand a good…
I am ruminating,” said Mr. Pickwick, “on the strange mutability of human affairs.” “Ah! I see — in at the palace door one day, out at the window the next. Philosopher, Sir?” “An observer of human nature, Sir,” said Mr. Pickwick. “Ah, so am I. Most people are when they’ve little to do and less to get. - View Quote Details on I am ruminating,” said Mr. Pickwick, “on the strange mutability…
Think, Sir!” replied Mr. Weller; “why, I think he’s the wictim o’ connubiality, as Blue Beard’s domestic chaplain said, vith a tear of pity, ven he buried him. - View Quote Details on Think, Sir!” replied Mr. Weller; “why, I think he’s the…
She knows wot’s wot, she does. - View Quote Details on She knows wot’s wot, she does.
Great men are seldom over-scrupulous in the arrangement of their attire. - View Quote Details on Great men are seldom over-scrupulous in the arrangement of their…
He had used the word in its Pickwickian sense. - View Quote Details on He had used the word in its Pickwickian sense.
It wasn’t the wine,” murmured Mr. Snodgrass, in a broken voice. “It was the salmon. - View Quote Details on It wasn’t the wine,” murmured Mr. Snodgrass, in a broken…
Dumb as a drum vith a hole in it, sir. - View Quote Details on Dumb as a drum vith a hole in it, sir.