You must know that I have no heart – if that has anything to do with my memory. Oh! I have a heart to be stabbed in or shot in, I have no doubt, and, of course, if it ceased to beat I should cease to be. But you know what I mean. I have no softness there. No sympathy, sentiment, nonsense. I am serious. If we are to be thrown much together, you had better believe it at once. I have not bestowed my tenderness anywhere. I have never had any such thing.
Dickens/Expectations
THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT 
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