likeamarineostrich.Thebeachwasadesertofheapsofseaand stonestumblingwildlyabout,andtheseadidwhatitliked,and whatitlikedwasdestruction.Itthunderedatthetown,and thunderedatthecliffs,andbroughtthecoastdown,madly.The airamongthehouseswasofsostrongapiscatoryflavourthatone mighthavesupposedsickfishwentuptobedippedinit,assick peoplewentdowntobedippedintothesea.Alittlefishingwas doneintheport,andaquantityofstrollingaboutbynight,and lookingseaward:particularlyatthosetimeswhenthetidemade, andwasnearflood.Smalltradesmen,whodidnobusiness whatever,sometimesunaccountablyrealisedlargefortunes,andit wasremarkablethatnobodyintheneighbourhoodcouldendurea lamplighter. CharlesDickensElecBookClassics Asthedaydeclinedintotheafternoon,andtheair,whichhad beenatintervalsclearenoughtoallowtheFrenchcoasttobe seen,becameagainchargedwithmistandvapour,Mr.Lorry’s thoughtsseemedtocloudtoo.Whenitwasdark,andhesatbefore thecoffee-roomfire,awaitinghisdinnerashehadawaitedhis breakfast,hismindwasbusilydigging,digging,digging,inthelive redcoals. Abottleofgoodclaretafterdinnerdoesadiggerinthered coalsnoharm,otherwisethanasithasatendencytothrowhim outofwork.Mr.Lorryhadbeenidlealongtime,andhadjust