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All truth contains an echo of sadness.
Charlotte Riddell -
If quarrelling be really the renewal of love, theirs had been renewed once a day at all events, and frequently much oftener.
Charlotte Riddell
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Fragmentarily the City is nothing, but collectively it is gigantic.
Charlotte Riddell -
It was a bad night to be about with such a feeling in one's heart. The rain was cold, pitiless and increasing. A damp, keen wind blew down the cross streets leading from the river. The fumes of the gas works seemed to fall with the rain. The roadway was muddy; the pavement greasy; the lamps burned dimly; and that dreary district of London looked its very gloomiest and worst.
Charlotte Riddell