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Charles Dickens

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A Christmas Carol A Christmas Carol and Other Christmas Writings A Christmas Carol and The Night Before Christmas A Christmas Tree A Tale of Two Cities Barnaby Rudge Bleak House Christmas Stories David Copperfield Dombey and Son Five Novels: Oliver Twist, A Christmas Carol, David Copperfield, A Tale of Two Cities, Great Expectations Great Expectations Hard Times Little Dorrit Little Dorrit: Volume 1 Martin Chuzzlewit Nicholas Nickleby Oliver Twist Oliver Twistder Ungekürzte Originaltext Our Mutual Friend Pictures from Italy Sketches by Boz The Chimes The Haunted House The Haunted Man and the Ghost's Bargain The Mystery of Edwin Drood The Old Curiosity Shop The Pickwick Papers The Seven Poor Travellers Three Ghost Stories Works of Charles Dickens

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It__ all right now, Louisa: it__ all right, young Thomas,_ said Mr. Bounderby; __ou won__ do so any more. I__l answer for it__ being all over with father. Well, Louisa, that__ worth a kiss, isn__ it?___ou can take one, Mr. Bounderby,_ returned Louisa, when she had coldly paused, and slowly walked across the room, and p. 18ungraciously raised her cheek towards him, with her face turned away.__lways my pet; ain__ you, Louisa?_ said Mr. Bounderby. __ood-bye, Louisa!__e went his way, but she stood on the same spot, rubbing the cheek he had kissed, with her handkerchief, until it was burning red. She was still doing this, five minutes afterwards.__hat are you about, Loo?_ her brother sulkily remonstrated. __ou__l rub a hole in your face.___ou may cut the piece out with your penknife if you like, Tom. I wouldn__ cry!

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My sister's bringing up had made me sensitive. In the little world in which children have their existence whosoever brings them up, there is nothing so finely perceived and so finely felt, as injustice. It may be only small injustice that the child can be exposed to; but the child is small, and its world is small, and its rocking-horse stands as many hands high, according to scale, as a big-boned Irish hunter. Within myself, I had sustained, from my babyhood, a perpetual conflict with injustice. I had known, from the time when I could speak, that my sister, in her capricious and violent coercion, was unjust to me. I had cherished a profound conviction that her bringing me up by hand, gave her no right to bring me up by jerks. Through all my punishments, disgraces, fasts and vigils, and other penitential performances, I had nursed this assurance; and to my communing so much with it, in a solitary and unprotected way, I in great part refer the fact that I was morally timid and very sensitive.