Nicholas Nickleby: By Charles Dickens : Illustrated

what an incipient Hell was breeding here!

We have such extraordinary powers of persuasion when they are exerted over ourselves,

I could take no other part than I have taken; and whatever consequences may accrue to myself from it, I shall never regret doing as I have done—never, if I starve or beg in consequence.

Happy Mrs. Nickleby! A project had but to be new, and it came home to her mind, brightly varnished and gilded as a glittering toy.

having bestowed her affections (or whatever it might be that, in the absence of anything better, represented them)

Pride is one of the seven deadly sins; but it cannot be the pride of a mother in her children, for that is a compound of two cardinal virtues—faith and hope.

'I am afraid you have some deep scheme in your head,' said Newman, doubtfully. 'So deep,' replied his young friend, 'that even I can't fathom it.

Now suppose a man can get a fortune in a wife instead of with her—eh?' 'Why, then, he's a lucky fellow,'

better days might be dawning upon them. Such is hope, Heaven's own gift to struggling mortals; pervading, like some subtle essence from the skies, all things, both good and bad; as universal as death, and more infectious than disease!