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“Fledgeby deserved Mr. Alfred Lammle's eulogium. He was the meanest cur existing, with a single pair of legs. And instinct (a word we all clearly understand) going largely on four legs, and reason always on two, meanness on four legs never attains the perfection of meanness on two.”

Quote by Charles Dickens

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Charles Dickens's works. Charles Dickens ed. [18 vols. of a 21 vol. set. Wanting A child's history of England; Christmas stories; The mystery of Edwin Drood].

This extensive collection of Charles Dickens's literary works features 18 volumes from a larger 21-volume set. It is a curated selection that excludes certain notable titles such as 'A Child's History of England,' 'Christmas Stories,' and 'The Mystery of Edwin Drood.' The remaining volumes are a comprehensive representation of Dickens's writing, showcasing his renowned storytelling and social commentary. more

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Charles Dickens
Charles Dickens

Charles Dickens, a British writer born on February 7, 1812, and died on June 9, 1870, is one of the greatest novelists of the 19th century. Known for his profound social criticism and vivid narrative style, Dickens' works extensively cover social reality, revealing various issues in the British society of the time. more

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