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quotes[1]="\" . . . I cannot help it; reason has nothing to do with it; I love her against reason--but who would as soon love me for my own sake, as she would love the beggar at the corner.\" -  <I>Our Mutual Friend</I>";	
quotes[2]="\"You anticipate what I would say, though you cannot know how earnestly I say it, how earnestly I feel it, without knowing my secret heart, and the hopes and fears and anxieties with which it has long been laden. Dear Doctor Manette, I love your daughter fondly, dearly, disinterestedly, devotedly. If ever there were love in the world, I love her. . . .\" -  <I>A Tale of Two Cities</I>";	
quotes[3]="\"You know what I am going to say.  I love you.  What other men may mean when they use that expression, I cannot tell; what I mean is, that I am under the influence of some tremendous attraction which I have resisted in vain, and which overmasters me.  You could draw me to fire, you could draw me to water, you could draw me to the gallows, you could draw me to any death, you could draw me to anything I have most avoided, you could draw me to any exposure and disgrace.  This and the confusion of my thoughts, so that I am fit for nothing, is what I mean by your being the ruin of me.  But if you would return a favourable answer to my offer of myself in marringe, you could draw me to any good--every good--with equal force.   -  <I>Our Mutual Friend</I>";	
quotes[4]="\"If you will take me for your wife, Walter, I will love you dearly. If you will let me go with you, Walter, I will go to the world's end without fear. I can give up nothing for you - I have nothing to resign, and no one to forsake; but all my love and life shall be devoted to you, and with my last breath I will breathe your name to God if I have sense and memory left.\" -  <I>Dombey and Son</I>";	
quotes[5]="\" . . . true love believes everything, and bears everything, and trusts everything.\" -  <I>A Message from the Sea</I>";	
quotes[6]="\" . . .  I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul. In my degradation I have not been so degraded but that the sight of you with your father, and of this home made such a home by you, has stirred old shadows that I thought had died out of me. Since I knew you, I have been troubled by a remorse that I thought would never reproach me again, and have heard whispers from old voices impelling me upward, that I thought were silent for ever. I have had unformed ideas of striving afresh, beginning anew, shaking off sloth and sensuality, and fighting out the abandoned fight. A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it.\" -  <I>A Tale of Two Cities</I>";	
quotes[7]="She was more than human to me.  She was a Fairy, a Sylph, I don't know what she was - anything that no one ever saw, and everything that everybody ever wanted.  I was swallowed up in an abyss of love  in an instant.  There was no pausing on the brink; no looking down, or looking back; I was gone, headlong, before I had sense to say a word to her.   -  <I>David Copperfield</I> <br><br clear=\"all\"><center><b>Today marks the 200th anniversary of the birth of Charles Dickens!</b></center> ";	
quotes[8]=" . . . she better liked to see him free and happy, even than to have him near her, because she loved him better than herself. -  <I>Barnaby Rudge</I>";	
quotes[9]="So, she leaning on her husband's arm, they turned homeward by a rosy path which the gracious sun struck out for them in its setting.  And O there are days in this life, worth life and worth death.  And O what a bright old song it is, that O 'tis love, 'tis love, 'tis love that makes the world go round! -  <I>Our Mutual Friend</I>";	
quotes[10]="\"A heart well worth winning, and well won.  A heart that, once won, goes through fire and water for the winner, and never changes, and is never daunted.\" -  <I>Our Mutual Friend</I>";	
quotes[11]="\"I'd lay down my life for her - Mas'r Davy - Oh! most content and cheerful!  She's more to me - gent'lmen - than - she's all to me that ever I can want, and more than ever I - than ever I could say.  I - I love her true.  There ain't a gent'lman in all the land - nor yet sailing upon all the sea - that can love his lady more than I love her . . . \" -  <I>David Copperfield</I>";	
quotes[12]="\"How beautiful you are!  You are more beautiful in anger than in repose.  I don't ask you for your love; give me yourself and your hatred; give me yourself and that pretty rage; give me yourself and that enchanting scorn; it will be enough for me.\" -  <I>The Mystery of Edwin Drood</I>";	
quotes[13]="\"Lizzie!  I never thought before, that there was a woman in the world who could affect me so much by saying so little.  But don't be hard in your construction of me.  You don't know what my state of mind towards you is.  You don't know how you haunt me and bewilder me.  You don't know how the cursed carelessness that is over-officious in helping me at every other turning of my life, WON'T help me here.  You have struck it dead, I think, and I sometimes almost wish you had struck me dead along with it.\" -  <I>Our Mutual Friend</I>";	
quotes[14]="\"Her heart--is given him, with all its love and truth.  She would joyfully die with him, or, better than that, die for him.  She knows he has failings, but she thinks they have grown up through his being like one cast away, for the want of something to trust in, and care for, and think well of. . . . \" -  <I>Our Mutual Friend</I>";	
quotes[15]="Mr. Tulkinghorn, sitting in the twilight by the open window, enjoys his wine.  As if it whispered to him of its fifty years of silence and seclusion, it shuts him up the closer.  More impenetrable than ever, he sits, and drinks, and mellows as it were in secrecy, pondering at that twilight hour on all the mysteries he knows . .  -  <I>Bleak House</I>";	
quotes[16]="So now, as an infallible way of making little ease great ease, I began to contract a quantity of debt. -  <I>Great Expectations</I>";	
quotes[17]="\"Yes! you are the ruin--the ruin--the ruin--of me.  I have no resources in myself, I have no confidence in myself, I have no government of myself when you are near me or in my thoughts.  And you are always in my thoughts now.  I have never been quit  of you since I first saw you.  Oh, that was a wretched day for me!  That was a wretched, miserable day!\" -  <I>Our Mutual Friend</I>";	
quotes[18]="\"Hope, you see, Wal'r,\" said the Captain, sagely, \"Hope. It's that as animates you. Hope is a buoy, for which you overhaul your Little Warbler, sentimental diwision, but Lord, my lad, like any other buoy, it only floats; it can't be steered nowhere. Along with the figure-head of Hope,' said the Captain, 'there's a anchor; but what's the good of my having a anchor, if I can't find no bottom to let it go in?\" -  <I>Dombey and Son</I>";	
quotes[19]="He appeared to enjoy beyond everything the sound of his own voice.  I couldn't wonder at that, for it was mellow and full and gave great importance to every word he uttered.  He listened to himself with obvious satisfaction and sometimes gently beat time to his own music with his head or rounded a sentence with his hand.   -  <I>Bleak House</I>";	
quotes[20]="\"The object of our lives is won. Henceforth let us wear it silently. My lips are closed upon the past from this hour. I forgive you your part in to-morrow's wickedness. May God forgive my own!\" -  <I>Dombey and Son</I>";	
quotes[21]="\" . . . Yes.  He is quite a good fellow - nobody's enemy but his own.\" -  <I>David Copperfield</I>";	
quotes[22]="Man is but mortal: and there is a point beyond which human courage cannot extend. Mr. Pickwick gazed through his spectacles for an instant on the advancing mass, and then fairly turned his back and--we will not say fled; firstly, because it is an ignoble term, and, secondly, because Mr. Pickwick's figure was by no means adapted for that mode of retreat--he trotted away, at as quick a rate as his legs would convey him; . . .  -  <I>The Pickwick Papers</I>";	
quotes[23]="He wore a sprinkling of powder upon his head, as if to make himself look benevolent; but if that were his purpose, he would perhaps have done better to powder his countenance also, for there was something in its very wrinkles, and in his cold restless eye, which seemed to tell of cunning that would announce itself in spite of him.  -  <I>Nicholas Nickleby</I>";	
quotes[24]="Huge knots of sea-weed hung upon the jagged and pointed stones, trembling in every breath of wind; and the green ivy clung mournfully round the dark and ruined battlements. Behind it rose the ancient castle, its towers roofless, and its massive walls crumbling away, but telling us proudly of its own might and strength, as when, seven hundred years ago, it rang with the clash of arms, or resounded with the noise of feasting and revelry. -  <I>The Pickwick Papers</I>";	
quotes[25]="\"My comfort is,\" said Susan, looking back at Mr Dombey, \"that I have told a piece of truth this day which ought to have been told long before and can't be told too often or too plain . . . \" -  <I>Dombey and Son</I>";	
quotes[26]="\"When we have done our very, very best, papa, and that is not enough, then I think the right time must have come for asking help of others.\"  -  <I>Holiday Romance</I>";	
quotes[27]="\"My good fellow,\" retorted Mr Boffin, \"you have my word; and how you can have that, without my honour too, I don't know.  I've sorted a lot of dust in my time, but I never knew the two things go into separate heaps.\" -  <I>Our Mutual Friend</I>";	
quotes[28]=" . . .I had a latent impression that there was something decidedly fine in Mr Wopsle's elocution - not for old associations' sake, I am afraid, but because it was very slow, very dreary, very up-hill and down-hill, and very unlike any way in which any man in any natural circumstances of life or death ever expressed himself about anything.  -  <I>Great Expectations</I>";	
quotes[29]=" . . .Herbert said of himself, with his eyes fixed on the fire, that he thought he must have committed a felony and forgotten the details of it, he felt so dejected and guilty.  -  <I>Great Expectations</I>";	
quotes[30]="No one who can read, ever looks at a book, even unopened on a shelf, like one who cannot.  -  <I>Our Mutual Friend</I>";	
quotes[31]=" . . .Herbert said of himself, with his eyes fixed on the fire, that he thought he must have committed a felony and forgotten the details of it, he felt so dejected and guilty.  -  <I>Great Expectations</I>";	

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