Turtle Reader

Charles Dicken’s Oliver Twist. I just finished David Copperfield (a good [long] read) and felt like some more Dickens.
Jonathan Swift’s Gulliver’s Travels. I added this one a while ago but figured I’d throw it in this batch since I never mentioned it. Should be interesting to learn about Lilliputians and Brobdingnagians.
H. Beam Piper’s Little [...]

Soon after the marriage of the young people, the worthy doctor
returned to Chertsey, where, bereft of the presence of his old
friends, he would have been discontented if his temperament had
admitted of such a feeling; and would have turned quite peevish
if he had known how. For two or three months, he contented
himself with hinting that [...]

It was some time before they left the prison. Oliver nearly
swooned after this frightful scene, and was so weak that for an
hour or more, he had not the strength to walk.Day was dawning when they again emerged. A great multitude had
already assembled; the windows were filled with people, smoking
and playing cards to beguile [...]

From this place, they passed through several strong gates, opened
by other turnkeys from the inner side; and, having entered an
open yard, ascended a flight of narrow steps, and came into a
passage with a row of strong doors on the left hand. Motioning
them to remain where they were, the turnkey knocked at one of
these with [...]

The day passed off. Day? There was no day; it was gone as soon
as come–and night came on again; night so long, and yet so
short; long in its dreadful silence, and short in its fleeting
hours. At one time he raved and blasphemed; and at another
howled and tore his hair. Venerable men [...]

At length there was a cry of silence, and a breathless look from
all towards the door. The jury returned, and passed him close.
He could glean nothing from their faces; they might as well have
been of stone. Perfect stillness ensued–not a rustle–not a
breath–Guilty.The building rang with a tremendous shout, and another, and
another, and then [...]

‘Oliver, my child,’ said Mrs. Maylie, ‘where have you been, and
why do you look so sad? There are tears stealing down your face
at this moment. What is the matter?’It is a world of disappointment: often to the hopes we most
cherish, and hopes that do our nature the greatest honour.Poor Dick was dead!
Chapter [...]

‘Not aunt,’ cried Oliver, throwing his arms about her neck; ‘I’ll
never call her aunt–sister, my own dear sister, that something
taught my heart to love so dearly from the first! Rose, dear,
darling Rose!’Let the tears which fell, and the broken words which were
exchanged in the long close embrace between the orphans, be
sacred. A father, [...]

‘Would you like to see the pawnbroker himself?’ asked Mr. Grimwig
with a motion towards the door.‘No,’ replied the woman; ‘if he’–she pointed to Monks–‘has been
coward enough to confess, as I see he has, and you have sounded
all these hags till you have found the right ones, I have nothing
more to say. I did sell [...]

There was a short silence here, until Mr. Brownlow took up the
thread of the narrative.‘Years after this,’ he said, ‘this man’s–Edward
Leeford’s–mother came to me. He had left her, when only
eighteen; robbed her of jewels and money; gambled, squandered,
forged, and fled to London: where for two years he had
associated with the lowest outcasts. [...]