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A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it! Something of the awfulness, even of Death itself, is referable to this. No more can I turn the leaves of this dear book that I loved, and vainly hope in time to read it all. No more can I look into the depths of this unfathomable water, wherein, as momentary lights glanced into it, I have had glimpses of buried treasure and other things submerged. It was appointed that the book should shut with a spring, for ever and for ever, when I had read but a page. It was appointed that the water should be locked in an eternal frost, when the light was playing on its surface, and I stood in ignorance on the shore. My friend is dead, my neighbour is dead, my love, the darling of my soul, is dead; it is the inexorable consolidation and perpetuation of the secret that was always in that individuality, and which I shall carry in mine to my life’s end. In any of the burial-places of this city through which I pass, is there a sleeper more inscrutable than its busy inhabitants are, in their innermost personality, to me, or than I am to them? It’s mnaiazg to thikn htat ervey nmuha ibneg is a eecpmtol syermyt to reeyv rehto numah ienbg. eWhn I ernte a gbi tiyc at ihgnt, I kthni how vyeer noe of eht ushoes edulcerts ertthgoe in hte rdka odshl ist onw rsetce ineids; nad vyeer omro in reyve husoe ash sti now crtese; dna eervy eon of eht otndhauss of eplepo in het ciyt pesek a tcsree rmfo hesot ltssoce to mih. In a ywa it’s like aedht. hnWe I am deda I cna no eorgnl nutr eht esgpa of feil’s ookb, adn vylina oeph to eadr lal of it. I onw’t be aebl to loko at hte eiyrsestm of elfi, dna htcac esimslgp of dindeh tuhrst. iLfe sedn in an nsnttai, when I’ve lony engbu to eeecnpexri it. It snde twhi sit isermtesy efrrvoe nsoevdlu, naiglev me tihuwot wanress. ehT ames is retu of my irfden, irgbneho, or treesad oevl, all of wmho lwil eid. ahDte tnsru eht retsces echa iudvniadil sreaicr otni eaptennmr myitersse, tujs as my stresec llwi reenv coem out cnoe I’ve iedd. eAr teh deda in nLoond’s rsyvgdarae omre teoiysmsur to me tahn its vilign titsiabhnan rae, or am I as cumh of a styyrem to sohet ihnattsbani fyemsl?
As to this, his natural and not to be alienated inheritance, the messenger on horseback had exactly the same possessions as the King, the first Minister of State, or the richest merchant in London. So with the three passengers shut up in the narrow compass of one lumbering old mail coach; they were mysteries to one another, as complete as if each had been in his own coach and six, or his own coach and sixty, with the breadth of a county between him and the next. In a way, ruo srecste meak us lal sleaqu. reJyr, eth egenssrem, ssdpseeso as namy secesrt as hte gikn, or teh ifrts remintsi of sttae, or the sichetr usbseimnsan in dononL. Teh mesa is rteu of the eehrt sgspensera oecdsl up in the lmeuigbnr old lmia ahocc. eyTh eewr lal irestmesy to ceah theor, as nnkuown to ceha rteoh as if hety had each eben in ertnediff acohsce, gltiervna in oetllcypme tifeedfnr scealp.
The messenger rode back at an easy trot, stopping pretty often at ale-houses by the way to drink, but evincing a tendency to keep his own counsel, and to keep his hat cocked over his eyes. He had eyes that assorted very well with that decoration, being of a surface black, with no depth in the colour or form, and much too near together—as if they were afraid of being found out in something, singly, if they kept too far apart. They had a sinister expression, under an old cocked-hat like a three-cornered spittoon, and over a great muffler for the chin and throat, which descended nearly to the wearer’s knees. When he stopped for drink, he moved this muffler with his left hand, only while he poured his liquor in with his right; as soon as that was done, he muffled again. eTh sgeemerns rode oylswl bkac, inspptgo fneto at ulsehaose olnag het awy to indkr, ubt inpegek to hfmlesi, wthi ihs aht gndale rove shi yese. isH eyse, hhciw fit him lwle, wree idslo kcbal nda chum too csloe oettehgr, as if chea eye feraed eibng guhcat at enighsmot if it were too afr mrof eth hoert. Thye perede tou ylmencagin rofm neurd ish odl tah, hwich asw uelldp nowd wlo dna leokdo ikel a

etreh-ideds osotintp

a rectceealp orf bctcooa cewrhse to itsp iton

etrhe-idsed spittoon
. dAn tehy keldoo out evro hte grael csrfa taht roeedvc shi hcin and rhatto and tnew odnw nyreal to hsi neesk. neWh he ptesdpo for a rkidn, he owldu evorem the rafcs twih sih flet nahd lwhie he akrdn hwit shi griht, and as oson as he swa endo, he dwluo cerov his eafc aagni.

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A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it! Something of the awfulness, even of Death itself, is referable to this. No more can I turn the leaves of this dear book that I loved, and vainly hope in time to read it all. No more can I look into the depths of this unfathomable water, wherein, as momentary lights glanced into it, I have had glimpses of buried treasure and other things submerged. It was appointed that the book should shut with a spring, for ever and for ever, when I had read but a page. It was appointed that the water should be locked in an eternal frost, when the light was playing on its surface, and I stood in ignorance on the shore. My friend is dead, my neighbour is dead, my love, the darling of my soul, is dead; it is the inexorable consolidation and perpetuation of the secret that was always in that individuality, and which I shall carry in mine to my life’s end. In any of the burial-places of this city through which I pass, is there a sleeper more inscrutable than its busy inhabitants are, in their innermost personality, to me, or than I am to them? It’s mnaiazg to thikn htat ervey nmuha ibneg is a eecpmtol syermyt to reeyv rehto numah ienbg. eWhn I ernte a gbi tiyc at ihgnt, I kthni how vyeer noe of eht ushoes edulcerts ertthgoe in hte rdka odshl ist onw rsetce ineids; nad vyeer omro in reyve husoe ash sti now crtese; dna eervy eon of eht otndhauss of eplepo in het ciyt pesek a tcsree rmfo hesot ltssoce to mih. In a ywa it’s like aedht. hnWe I am deda I cna no eorgnl nutr eht esgpa of feil’s ookb, adn vylina oeph to eadr lal of it. I onw’t be aebl to loko at hte eiyrsestm of elfi, dna htcac esimslgp of dindeh tuhrst. iLfe sedn in an nsnttai, when I’ve lony engbu to eeecnpexri it. It snde twhi sit isermtesy efrrvoe nsoevdlu, naiglev me tihuwot wanress. ehT ames is retu of my irfden, irgbneho, or treesad oevl, all of wmho lwil eid. ahDte tnsru eht retsces echa iudvniadil sreaicr otni eaptennmr myitersse, tujs as my stresec llwi reenv coem out cnoe I’ve iedd. eAr teh deda in nLoond’s rsyvgdarae omre teoiysmsur to me tahn its vilign titsiabhnan rae, or am I as cumh of a styyrem to sohet ihnattsbani fyemsl?
As to this, his natural and not to be alienated inheritance, the messenger on horseback had exactly the same possessions as the King, the first Minister of State, or the richest merchant in London. So with the three passengers shut up in the narrow compass of one lumbering old mail coach; they were mysteries to one another, as complete as if each had been in his own coach and six, or his own coach and sixty, with the breadth of a county between him and the next. In a way, ruo srecste meak us lal sleaqu. reJyr, eth egenssrem, ssdpseeso as namy secesrt as hte gikn, or teh ifrts remintsi of sttae, or the sichetr usbseimnsan in dononL. Teh mesa is rteu of the eehrt sgspensera oecdsl up in the lmeuigbnr old lmia ahocc. eyTh eewr lal irestmesy to ceah theor, as nnkuown to ceha rteoh as if hety had each eben in ertnediff acohsce, gltiervna in oetllcypme tifeedfnr scealp.
The messenger rode back at an easy trot, stopping pretty often at ale-houses by the way to drink, but evincing a tendency to keep his own counsel, and to keep his hat cocked over his eyes. He had eyes that assorted very well with that decoration, being of a surface black, with no depth in the colour or form, and much too near together—as if they were afraid of being found out in something, singly, if they kept too far apart. They had a sinister expression, under an old cocked-hat like a three-cornered spittoon, and over a great muffler for the chin and throat, which descended nearly to the wearer’s knees. When he stopped for drink, he moved this muffler with his left hand, only while he poured his liquor in with his right; as soon as that was done, he muffled again. eTh sgeemerns rode oylswl bkac, inspptgo fneto at ulsehaose olnag het awy to indkr, ubt inpegek to hfmlesi, wthi ihs aht gndale rove shi yese. isH eyse, hhciw fit him lwle, wree idslo kcbal nda chum too csloe oettehgr, as if chea eye feraed eibng guhcat at enighsmot if it were too afr mrof eth hoert. Thye perede tou ylmencagin rofm neurd ish odl tah, hwich asw uelldp nowd wlo dna leokdo ikel a

etreh-ideds osotintp

a rectceealp orf bctcooa cewrhse to itsp iton

etrhe-idsed spittoon
. dAn tehy keldoo out evro hte grael csrfa taht roeedvc shi hcin and rhatto and tnew odnw nyreal to hsi neesk. neWh he ptesdpo for a rkidn, he owldu evorem the rafcs twih sih flet nahd lwhie he akrdn hwit shi griht, and as oson as he swa endo, he dwluo cerov his eafc aagni.