She keeps the bottle that he sent her for, to this hour; and she will believe in his affection to the last moment of her life, said Mr Gradgrind.
It seems to present two things to a person, don't it, squire? said Mr Sleary, musing as he looked down into the depths of his brandy and water: One, that there is a love in the world, not all self-interest after all, but something very different; the other, that it has a way of its own of calculating or not calculating, which somehow
or another is at least as hard to give a name to, as the way of the [faithful] dog!
Squire, take heart, first and last, don't be cross with us poor vagabonds. People must be amused. They can't be always a learning, nor yet they can't be always a working, they ain't made for it. You must have us, Squire. Do the wise thing and the kind thing too, and make the best of us; not the worst.
It is a dangerous thing to see anything in the sphere of a vain
blusterer, before the vain blusterer sees it himself.
By Charles Dickens
Currently playing:"I Remember Every Kiss," Jens Lekman
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