1 Thou hadst no sleep last night, I can well believe.
2 I passed the day in a ditch, and the night in a pigsty.
3 He sunk into a chair, and moved but once all that night.
4 The man seemed to have brightened with the night, as he went on.
5 He was angry only one night, and that was not to me, but Merrylegs.
6 She bade him good night in a broken voice, and went out into the street.
7 On no other night in the year could he so ill have spared her patient face.
8 She stopped at the corner, and putting her hand in his, wished him good night.
9 He was goosed last night, he was goosed the night before last, he was goosed to-day.
10 She answered with the old, quick, searching look of the night when she was found at the Circus; then cast down her eyes.
11 Straightway she turned her eyes back to his corner, with the defiance of last night, and moving very cautiously and softly, stretched out her greedy hand.
12 It was a wet night, and many groups of young women passed him, with their shawls drawn over their bare heads and held close under their chins to keep the rain out.
13 And often and often of a night, he used to forget all his troubles in wondering whether the Sultan would let the lady go on with the story, or would have her head cut off before it was finished.
14 The deaf serving-woman was rumoured to be wealthy; and a saying had for years gone about among the lower orders of Coketown, that she would be murdered some night when the Bank was shut, for the sake of her money.
15 He thought of the home he might at that moment have been seeking with pleasure and pride; of the different man he might have been that night; of the lightness then in his now heavy-laden breast; of the then restored honour, self-respect, and tranquillity all torn to pieces.
16 For the rest, she knew that after office-hours, she reigned supreme over all the office furniture, and over a locked-up iron room with three locks, against the door of which strong chamber the light porter laid his head every night, on a truckle bed, that disappeared at cockcrow.
17 The measured motion of their shadows on the walls, was the substitute Coketown had to show for the shadows of rustling woods; while, for the summer hum of insects, it could offer, all the year round, from the dawn of Monday to the night of Saturday, the whirr of shafts and wheels.
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