"A man is lucky if he is the first love of a woman. A woman is lucky if she is the last love of a man."
"As he glided stealthily along, creeping beneath the shelter of the walls and doorways, the hideous old man seemed like some loathsome reptile, engendered in the slime and darkness through which he moved: crawling forth, by night, in search of some rich offal for a meal."
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Source: Charles Dickens (1839). “Oliver Twist”, p.78
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