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“Not only is the day waning, but the year. The low sun is fiery and yet cold behind the monastery ruin, and the Virginia creeper on the Cathedral wall has showered half its deep-red leaves down on the pavement. There has been rain this afternoon, and a wintry shudder goes among the little pools on the cracked, uneven flag-stones, and through the giant elm-trees as they shed a gust of tears.”

Quote by Charles Dickens

Book:The Complete Works of Charles Dickens: Edwin Drood and Miscellaneous

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The Complete Works of Charles Dickens: Edwin Drood and Miscellaneous

The Complete Works of Charles Dickens: Edwin Drood and Miscellaneous is a compilation that brings together the final novel by Charles Dickens, Edwin Drood, which remains incomplete, along with a selection of his other writings. This collection provides readers with an opportunity to explore the breadth of Dickens' literary contributions, including his famous social critiques and vivid characterizations. The inclusion of Edwin Drood offers a glimpse into the author's creative process, as the novel was left unfinished at his death. The other works within the collection further illuminate Dickens' exploration of themes such as poverty, injustice, and the human condition. more

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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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Book:Delphi Complete Works of Charles Dickens (Illustrated)

Source: Delphi Complete Works of Charles Dickens (Illustrated)

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Book:Delphi Complete Works of Charles Dickens (Illustrated)

Source: Delphi Complete Works of Charles Dickens (Illustrated)

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Source: The Charles Dickens Collection Volume One: Oliver Twist, Great Expectations, and Bleak House

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Source: The Life and Adventures of Martin Chuzzlewit

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Book:LITTLE DORRIT

Source: LITTLE DORRIT

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Source: The Works of Charles Dickens: Little Dorrit