"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."
"Mr. Tulkinghorn, sitting in the twilight by the open window, enjoys his wine. As if it whispered to him of its fifty years of silence and seclusion, it shuts him up the closer. More impenetrable than ever, he sits, and drinks, and mellows as it were in secrecy, pondering at that twilight hour on all the mysteries he knows."
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Source: Charles Dickens (1858). “Bleak House ... With frontispiece by H. K. Browne”, p.180
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