Charles Dickens

The Haunted House

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  CHAPTER I—THE MOR­TALS IN THE HOUSE Un­der none of the ac­cred­ited ghostly cir­cum­stances, and en­vironed by none of the con­ven­tion­al ghostly sur­round­ings, did I first make ac­quaint­ance with the house which is the sub­ject of this Christ­mas piece. I…

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London Recreations

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by Charles Dickens The wish of per­sons in the hum­bler classes of life, to ape the man­ners and cus­toms of those whom for­tune has placed above them, is often the sub­ject of re­mark, and not un­fre­quently of com­plaint. The in­cli­na­tion…

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London Recreations

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The wish of per­sons in the hum­bler classes of life, to ape the man­ners and cus­toms of those whom for­tune has placed above them, is of­ten the sub­ject of re­mark, and not un­fre­quently of com­plaint. The in­cli­na­tion may, and no…

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Sketches of London: The River

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‘Are you fond of the wa­ter?’ is a ques­tion very fre­quently asked, in hot sum­mer weath­er, by am­phibi­ous-look­ing young men. ‘Very,’ is the gen­eral reply. ‘An’t you?’—‘Hardly ever off it,’ is the re­sponse, ac­com­pa­nied by sun­dry ad­jec­tives, ex­pres­sive of the…

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Sketches of London: Early Coaches

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We have of­ten won­dered how many months’ in­ces­sant trav­el­ling in a post-chaise it would take to kill a man; and won­der­ing by anal­ogy, we should very much like to know how many months of con­stant trav­el­ling in a suc­ces­sion of…

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Hackney-Coach-Stands

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We main­tain that hack­ney-coaches, prop­erly so called, be­long solely to the me­trop­o­lis. We may be told, that there are hack­ney-coach stands in Ed­in­burgh; and not to go quite so far for a con­tra­dic­tion to our po­si­tion, we may be re­minded…

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The Signal-Man

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  “HAL­LOA! Be­low there!” When he heard a voice thus call­ing to him, he was stand­ing at the door of his box, with a flag in his hand, furled round its short pole. One would have thought, con­sid­er­ing the nature…

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