Charles Dickens' Melancholy

By the place where Rachel lived, though it was not in his way; by the red brick streets; by the great silent factories, not trembling yet; by the railway, where the danger lights were waning in the strengthening day; by the railway's crazy neighbourhood, half pulled down and half built up; by scattered red brick villas, where the besmoked evergreens were sprinkled with a dirty power, like untidy snuff-takers; by coal-dust paths and many varieties of ugliness; Stephen got to the top of the hill, and looked back(...) And trees arched over him, whispering that he left a true and loving heart behind.(pp.194)
Dickens, Charles, Hard Times, Penguin, London, 1969.