"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."
"It had grown darker as they talked, and the wind was sawing and the sawdust was whirling outside paler windows. The underlying churchyard was already settling into deep dim shade, and the shade was creeping up to the housetops among which they sat. "As if," said Eugene, "as if the churchyard ghosts were rising.""
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Source: Charles Dickens (1865). “Our Mutual Friend”, p.112
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