It was an instinctive testimony to Little Dorrit's worth and difference from all the rest, that the poor young fellow honoured and loved her for being simply what she was.

He had a certain air of being a handsome man--which he was not; and a certain air of being a well-bred man--which he was not. It was mere swagger and challenge; but in this particular, as in many others, blustering assertion goes for proof, half over the world.

En zo, bij dag en bij nacht, onder zon en sterrenlicht, over heuvelen en door eenzame vlakten, over land en zee trekkend, gaande en komende zoals het lot wil, steeds andere mensen ontmoetend, zo trekken wij, rusteloze reizigers door de pelgrimstocht die het leven heet.

Our love had begun in folly, and ended in madness!

Once for all; I knew to my sorrow, often and often, if not always, that I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.

The broken heart. You think you will die, but you keep living, day after day after terrible day.