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quotes[1]="\"I saw her, in the fire, but now.  I hear her in music, in the wind, in the dead stillness of the night,\" returned the haunted man. -  <I>The Haunted Man</I>";
quotes[2]="\"Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show.\" -  <I>David Copperfield</I>";
quotes[3]=" . . . Charles Darnay seemed to stand in a company of the dead. Ghosts all! The ghost of beauty, the ghost of stateliness, the ghost of elegance, the ghost of pride, the ghost of frivolity, the ghost of wit, the ghost of youth, the ghost of age, all waiting their dismissal from the desolate shore, all turning on him eyes that were changed by the death they had died in coming there. -  <I>A Tale of Two Cities</I>";
quotes[4]="In that giddy whirl of noise and confusion, the men were delirious. Who thought of money, ruin, or the morrow, in the savage intoxication of the moment?  -  <I>Nicholas Nickleby</I>";
quotes[5]="Also, when we played at cards Miss Havisham would look on, with a miserly relish of Estella's moods, whatever they were. And sometimes, when her moods were so many and so contradictory of one another that I was puzzled what to say or do, Miss Havisham would embrace her with lavish fondness, murmuring something in her ear that sounded like, \"Break their hearts my pride and hope, break their hearts and have no mercy!\"   -  <I>Great Expectations</I>";
quotes[6]="Herein lay the spring of the mechanical art and mystery of educating the reason without stooping to the cultivation of the sentiments and affections.  Never wonder.  By means of addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division, settle everything somehow, and never wonder.  -  <I>Hard Times</I>";
quotes[7]="Old Mr. Rarx was not a pleasant man to look at, nor yet to talk to, or to be with, for no one could help seeing that he was a sordid and selfish character, and that he had warped further and further out of the straight with time. -  <I>Wreck of the Golden Mary</I>";
quotes[8]="It came like magic in a pint bottle; it was not ecstasy but it was comfort. -  <I>Little Dorrit</I>";
quotes[9]="Dreams are the bright creatures of poem and legend, who sport on earth in the night season, and melt away in the first beam of the sun, which lights grim care and stern reality on their daily pilgrimage through the world.  -  <I>Nicholas Nickleby</I>";
quotes[10]="If any sunbeam stole into the room to light the children at their play, it never reached his face. He looked on so fixedly and coldly, that the warm light vanished even from the laughing eyes of little Florence, when, at last, they happened to meet his. -  <I>Dombey and Son</I>";
quotes[11]="\"It's in vain, Trot, to recall the past, unless it works some influence upon the present.\"  -  <I>David Copperfield</I>";
quotes[12]="It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way--in short, the period was so. far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only. -  <I>A Tale of Two Cities</I>";
quotes[13]="\"Never,\" said my aunt, \"be mean in anything; never be false; never be cruel.  Avoid those three vices, Trot, and I can always be hopeful of you.\" -  <I>David Copperfield</I>";
quotes[14]="\"Well, well!\" said my aunt.  \"I only ask.  I don't depreciate her.  Poor little couple!  And so you think you were formed for one another, and are to go through a party-supper-table kind of life, like two pretty pieces of confectionery, do you, Trot?\" -  <I>David Copperfield</I>";
quotes[15]="So, throughout life, our worst weaknesses and meannesses are usually committed for the sake of the people whom we most despise.  -  <I>Great Expectations</I>";
quotes[16]="That was a memorable day to me, for it made great changes in me. But, it is the same with any life. Imagine one selected day struck out of it, and think how different its course would have been. Pause you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on one memorable day.  -  <I>Great Expectations</I>";
quotes[17]="But, for all that, they had a very pleasant walk.  The trees were bare of leaves, and the river was bare of water-lilies; but the sky was not bare of its beautiful blue, and the water reflected it, and a delicious wind ran with the stream, touching the surface crisply. -  <I>Our Mutual Friend</I>";
quotes[18]="They whirled past the dark trees, as feathers would be swept before a hurricane. Houses, gates, churches, hay-stacks, objects of every kind they shot by, with a velocity and noise like roaring waters suddenly let loose. Still the noise of pursuit grew louder, and still my uncle could hear the young lady wildly screaming, \"Faster! Faster!\"  -  <I>The Pickwick Papers</I>";
quotes[19]="Thus, cases of injustice, and oppression, and tyranny, and the most extravagant bigotry, are in constant occurrence among us every day. It is the custom to trumpet forth much wonder and astonishment at the chief actors therein setting at defiance so completely the opinion of the world; but there is no greater fallacy; it is precisely because they do consult the opinion of their own little world that such things take place at all, and strike the great world dumb with amazement.  -  <I>Nicholas Nickleby</I>";
quotes[20]="Thus, clinging fast to that slight spar within her arms, the mother drifted out upon the dark and unknown sea that rolls round all the world.   -  <I>Dombey and Son</I>";
quotes[21]="The sky was dark and gloomy, the air was damp and raw, the streets were wet and sloppy. The smoke hung sluggishly above the chimney-tops as if it lacked the courage to rise, and the rain came slowly and doggedly down, as if it had not even the spirit to pour.  -  <I>The Pickwick Papers</I>";
quotes[22]="My old companion tells me it is midnight.  The fire glows brightly, crackling with a sharp and cheerful sound, as if it loved to burn.  The merry cricket on the hearth (my constant visitor), this ruddy blaze, my clock, and I, seem to share the world among us, and to be the only things awake.  The wind, high and boisterous but now, has died away and hoarsely mutters in its sleep.  -  <I>Master Humphrey's Clock</I>";
quotes[23]="To be allowed to call her \"Dora\", to write to her, to dote upon and worship her, to have reason to think that when she was with other people she was yet mindful of me, seemed to me the summit of human ambition - I am sure it was the summit of mine.   -  <I>David Copperfield</I>";
quotes[24]="He was bolder in the daylight--most men are.  -  <I>The Pickwick Papers</I>";
quotes[25]="\" . . . for not an orphan in the wide world can be so deserted as the child who is an outcast from a living parent's love.\" -  <I>Dombey and Son</I>";
quotes[26]="He was drunk upon the average once a day, and penitent upon an equally fair calculation once a month; and when he was penitent, he was invariably in the very last stage of maudlin intoxication.  He was a ragged, roving, roaring kind of fellow, with a burly form, a sharp wit, and a ready head, and could turn his hand to anything when he chose to do it.  He was by no means opposed to hard labour on principle, for he would work away at a cricket-match by the day together,  - running, and catching, and batting, and bowling, and revelling in toil which would exhaust a galley-slave. -  <I>Public Life of Mr. Trumble, Once Mayor of Mudfog</I>";
quotes[27]="\"A child!\" said Edith, looking at her. \"When was I a child? What childhood did you ever leave to me? I was a woman - artful, designing, mercenary, laying snares for men - before I knew myself, or you, or even understood the base and wretched aim of every new display I learnt.  You gave birth to a woman. Look upon her. She is in her pride tonight.\" -  <I>Dombey and Son</I>";
quotes[28]="\"Ah, Miss, hope is an excellent thing for such as has the spirits to bear it!\" said Mrs Wickam, shaking her head. \"My own spirits is not equal to it, but I don't owe it any grudge. I envys them that is so blest!\" -  <I>Dombey and Son</I>";
quotes[29]="Oliver's pillow was smoothed by gentle hands that night; and loveliness and virtue watched him as he slept.  -  <I>Oliver Twist</I>";
quotes[30]="Opening her eyes again, and seeing her husband's face across the table, she leaned forward to give it a pat on the cheek, and sat down to supper, declaring it to be the best face in the world.  -  <I>Our Mutual Friend</I>";
quotes[31]="A brisk, bright, blue-eyed fellow, a very neat figure and rather under the middle size, never out of the way and never in it . .  -  <I>Wreck of the Golden Mary</I>";


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