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| A demd, damp, moist, unpleasant body! |
| Nicholas Nickleby. Chap. xxxiv. |
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| He has gone to the demnition bow-wows. |
| Nicholas Nickleby. Chap. lxiv. |
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| My life is one demd horrid grind. |
| Nicholas Nickleby. Chap. lxiv. |
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| He had used the word in a Pickwickian sense. |
| Pickwick Papers. Chap. i. |
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| Did it ever strike you on such a morning as this that drowning would be happiness and peace? |
| Pickwick Papers. Chap. v. |
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| The wictim of connubiality. |
| Pickwick Papers. Chap. xx. |
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| I am a lone lorn creetur and everythink goes contrairy with me. |
| David Copperfield. Chap. iii. |
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| Barkis is willin’. |
| David Copperfield. Chap. v. |
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| Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure nineteen nineteen six, result happiness. Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure twenty pounds ought and six, result misery. |
| David Copperfield. Chap. xii. |
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| I never will desert Mr. Micawber. |
| David Copperfield. Chap. xii. |
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| Accidents will occur in the best regulated families. |
| David Copperfield. Chap. xxvii. |
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| Papa, potatoes, poultry, prunes and prism, all very good words for the lips,—especially prunes and prism. |
| Little Dorrit. Book ii. Chap. v. |
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| Whatever was required to be done, the Circumlocution Office was beforehand with all the public departments in the art of perceiving HOW NOT TO DO IT. |
| Little Dorrit. Book ii. Chap. x. |
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| Secret and self-contained and solitary as an oyster. |
| A Christmas Carol. Stave 1. |
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| In came Mrs. Fezziwig, one vast substantial smile. |
| A Christmas Carol. Stave 2. |
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| He’s tough, ma’am,—tough is J. B.; tough and devilish sly. |
| Dombey and Son. Chap. vii. |
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| When found, make a note of. |
| Dombey and Son. Chap. xv. |
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| The bearings of this observation lays in the application on it. |
| Dombey and Son. Chap. xxiii. |
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| Oh, Sairey, Sairey, little do we know what lays before us! |
| Martin Chuzzlewit. Chap. i. |
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| Any man may be in good spirits and good temper when he’s well dressed. There ain’t much credit in that. |
| Martin Chuzzlewit. Chap. v. |
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| Not to put too fine a point upon it. |
| Bleak House. Chap. xxxii. |
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| “If the law supposes that,” said Mr. Bumble, “the law is a ass, a idiot.” |
| Oliver Twist. Chap. li. |
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