Up the two terrace flights of steps the rain ran wildly, and beat at the great door, like a swift messenger rousing those within.
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A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens
Sadly, sadly, the sun rose; it rose upon no sadder sight than the man of good abilities and good emotions, incapable of their directed exercise, incapable of his own help and his own happiness, sensible of the blight on him, and resigning him-self to let it eat him away.
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A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens
"I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul. In my degradation I have not been so degraded but that the sight of you with your father, and of this home made such a home by you, has stirred old shadows that I thought had died out of me. Since I knew you, I have been troubled by a remorse that I thought would never reproach me again, and have heard whispers from old voices impelling me upward, that I thought were silent for ever. I have had unformed ideas of striving afresh, beginning anew, shaking off sloth and sensuality, and fighting out the abandoned fight. A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it."
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A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens
"It was all love on my side, and all good comradeship and friendship on hers. When we parted she was a free woman, but I could never again be a free man."
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The Adventure of Abbey Grange by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
"Once or twice in my career I feel that I have done more real harm by my discovery of the criminal than ever he had done by his crime. I have learned caution now, and I had rather play tricks with the law of England than with my own conscience."
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The Adventure of Abbey Grange by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Ten minutes later we were both in a cab, and rattling through the silent streets on our way to Charing Cross Station. The first faint winter's dawn was beginning to appear, and we could dimly see the occasional figure of an early workman as he passed us,
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The Adventure of Abbey Grange by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
"Come, Watson, come!" he cried. The game is afoot."
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The Adventure of Abbey Grange by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
My heart was fashioned to be susceptible of love and sympathy, and when wrenched by misery to vice and hatred, it did not endure the violence of the change without torture such as you cannot even imagine.
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Frankenstein by Mary Shelley
A noble craft, but somehow a most melancholy! All noble things are touched with that.
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Moby Dick by Herman Melville
It was on a bitterly cold night and frosty morning, towards the end of the winter of '97, that I was awakened by a tugging at my shoulder. It was Holmes. The candle in his hand shone upon his eager, stooping face, and told me at a glance that something was amiss.
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The Adventure of Abbey Grange by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
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