"I whistled and made nothing of going. But the village was very peaceful
and quiet, and the light mists were solemnly rising, as if to show me
the world, and I had been so innocent and little there, and all beyond
was so unknown and great, that in a moment with a strong heave and sob I
broke into tears. It was by the fingerpost at the end of the village,
and I laid my hand upon it, and said, 'Goodbye, O my dear, dear friend!'
Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before--more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle."-Charles Dickens, Great Expectations (p. 208)
Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before--more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle."-Charles Dickens, Great Expectations (p. 208)
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