"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."
"The boy was lying, fast asleep, on a rude bed upon the floor; so pale with anxiety, and sadness, and the closeness of his prison, that he looked like death; not death as it shews in shroud and coffin, but in the guise it wears when life has just departed; when a young and gentle spirit has, but an instant, fled to Heaven: and the gross air of the world has not had time to breathe upon the changing dust it hallowed."
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Source: Charles Dickens (2015). “Oliver Twist: Classic English Literature”, p.144, 谷月社
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