"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 rain and hail pattered against the glass; the chimneys quaked and rocked; the crazy casement rattled with the wind, as though an impatient hand inside were striving to burst it open. But no hand was there, and it opened no more."
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Source: Charles Dickens (1867). “The Life and Adventures of Nicholas Nickleby”, p.500
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