The mother who lay in the grave, was the mother of my infancy; the little creature in her arms, was myself, as I had once been, hushed for ever on her bosom.
Charles DickensAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist, Writer
- Nationality: english
- Born: February 7, 1812
- Died: June 9, 1870
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