Dicken's works . eserts of thought where there was noresting-place, no sight or sound suggestive of re-freshment or repose, nothing but a dull eternalweariness, with no change but the restless shiftingsof his miserable body, and the weary wanderings ofhis mind, constant still to one ever-present anxiety— to a sense of something left undone, of somefearful obstacle to be surmounted, of some carkingcare that would not be driven away, and whichhaunted the distempered brain, now in this form,now in that, always shadowy and dim, but recogniz-able for the same phantom in every shape it took:darkenin
Dicken's works . eserts of thought where there was noresting-place, no sight or sound suggestive of re-freshment or repose, nothing but a dull eternalweariness, with no change but the restless shiftingsof his miserable body, and the weary wanderings ofhis mind, constant still to one ever-present anxiety— to a sense of something left undone, of somefearful obstacle to be surmounted, of some carkingcare that would not be driven away, and whichhaunted the distempered brain, now in this form,now in that, always shadowy and dim, but recogniz-able for the same phantom in every shape it took:darkening every vision like an evil conscience, andmaking slumber horrible — in these slow torturesof his dread disease, the unfortunate Richard laywasting and consuming inch by inch, until at last,when he seemed to fight and struggle to rise up,and to be held down by devils, he sank into a deepsleep, and dreamed no more. He awoke. With a sensation of most blissfulrest, better than sleep itself, he began gradually to. THE OLD CURIOSITY SHOP. 301 remember something of these sufferings, and tothink what a long night it had been, and whetherhe had not been delirious twice or thrice. Happen-ing, in the midst of these cogitations, to raise hishand, he was astonished to find how heavy itseemed, and yet how thin and light it really , he felt indifferent and happy ; and having nocuriosity to pursue the subject, remained in thesame waking slumber until his attention was at-tracted by a cough. This made him doubt whetherhe had locked his door last night, and feel a littlesurprised at having a companion in the room. Stillhe lacked energy to follow up this train of thought;and unconsciously fell, in a luxury of repose, tostaring at some green stripes on the bed-furniture,and associating them strangely with patches offresh turf, while the yellow ground between madegravel walks, and so helped out a long perspectiveof trim gardens. He was rambling in imagination on these ter-races, and h
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