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“Now I am in the garden at the back . . . a very preserve of butterflies as I remember it, with a high fence, and a gate . . . where the fruit clusters on the trees, riper and richer than fruit has ever been since, in any other garden, and where my mother gathers some in a basket while I stand by, bolting furtive gooseberries, and trying to look unnerved.”

Quote by Charles Dickens

Work

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

Author

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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