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“He can‘t speak of the fiends that crouch in the corners of the friary; how they whisper to each other in susurrus and go quiet when he looks at them. In the darkness, they slide between the cots, always toward him, toward him.”

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““Did you hear?” Through alleys, the words eddy and swirl, and the people look up. Zephyrs of wonder dust steeples and sills.”

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“Aleys glances to her right at a taciturn young woman, small as a swallow, with dark hair and black eyes and the sobriety of someone much older. Aleys thinks her name is Ida, but maybe-Ida‘s severe countenance forbids even a whispered question.”

Final #wordoftheday Glad I looked up this one. I‘d been using it incorrectly.

“Besides which, another little boy — the biggest there, but still little — was tottering to and fro, bent on one side, and considerably affected in his knees by the weight of a large baby, which he was supposed by a fiction that obtains sometimes in sanguine families, to be hushing to sleep.”

Fourth #wordoftheday Lots of looking up Dickens‘ vocabulary:

“Softening more and more, as his own tender feelings and those of his injured son were worked on, Mr. Tetterby concluded by embracing him, and immediately breaking away to catch one of the real delinquents. A reasonably good start occurring, he succeeded, after a short but smart run, and… ⬇️

Third #wordoftheday I ♥️ Dickens‘ use of the word here:

“Mrs. Tetterby, without any remark, but with a decided subsidence of her animosity towards the table, finished her preparations, and took, from her ample basket, a substantial slab of hot pease pudding wrapped in paper, and a basin covered with a saucer, which, on being uncovered, sent forth an odour so agreeable,… ⬇️

Second #wordoftheday

“Mr. Edmund, would you rather be alone?”

“There is no reason why I should detain you here,” he replied.

“Except —” said Milly, hesitating, and showing her work.

“Oh! the curtain,” he answered, with a supercilious laugh. “That‘s not worth staying for.”

#wordoftheday Going with the 2nd definition:

““Give me back myself!” exclaimed Redlaw like a madman. “I am infected! I am infectious! I am charged with poison for my own mind, and the minds of all mankind. Where I felt interest, compassion, sympathy, I am turning into stone. Selfishness and ingratitude spring up in my blighting footsteps… ⬇️

Second #wordoftheday

“When the old trees outside were so shaken and beaten, that one querulous old rook, unable to sleep, protested now and then, in a feeble, dozy, high-up “Caw!” When, at intervals, the window trembled, the rusty vane upon the turret-top complained, the clock beneath it recorded that another quarter of an hour was gone, or the fire collapsed and fell in with a rattle.”

#whattheDickens @Cuilin

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“When the wind was blowing, shrill and shrewd, with the going down of the blurred sun. When it was just so dark, as that the forms of things were indistinct and big — but not wholly lost. When sitters by the fire began to see wild faces and figures, mountains and abysses, ambuscades and armies, in the coals.”

#whattheDickens @Cuilin