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“A thousand thanks, my master!' John Baptist said in his own language, and with the quick conciliatory manner of his own countrymen. Monsieur Rigaud arose, lighted a cigarette, put the rest of his stock into a breast-pocket, and”
― Charles Dickens, Little Dorrit

“Andrew Carnegie is thirteen years old and changing spools of thread in a cotton mill twelve hours per day, six days per week. Two years later, he gets a job as a telegraph messenger for $2.50 per week,”
― Sean Patrick, Nikola Tesla: Imagination and the Man That Invented the 20th Century

“Mr. James Reese's buckwheat stubble-land, with its beautiful tones of red and brown, a crow parliament was being held, whereat solemn deliberations regarding the welfare of crowland were in progress. Faith cruelly broke up the august assembly by climbing up on the fence and hurling a broken rail at it. Instantly the air was filled with flapping black wings and indignant caws. "Why did you do that?" said Walter reproachfully. "They were having such a good”
― L.M. Montgomery, Rainbow Valley

“A thousand pardons!' said he. 'But the Professore here is so inexorable with me, that I am afraid to stir.' 'Don't”
― Charles Dickens, Little Dorrit