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... speak just what comes into my mind ) , — I suppose your income must be quite large , for you to live in Mercer ? " Her interest in him touched him very much . " No , ma'am , no ; not large , but sufficient ; and we expect it to be great ...
... speak just what comes into my mind ) , — I suppose your income must be quite large , for you to live in Mercer ? " Her interest in him touched him very much . " No , ma'am , no ; not large , but sufficient ; and we expect it to be great ...
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... speak of it , please . " She paused , and patted Alicia's head . " Why , you poor little thing ! " " Oh , Cecil , it is n't true ? You are not telling me the truth ? " " My dear , " Cecil answered impatient- ly , " of course it's true ...
... speak of it , please . " She paused , and patted Alicia's head . " Why , you poor little thing ! " " Oh , Cecil , it is n't true ? You are not telling me the truth ? " " My dear , " Cecil answered impatient- ly , " of course it's true ...
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... speaking of . There is no use making yourself miser- able over it . I shall be much more com- fortable . I have our ... speak , but checked herself , and went over to her desk , and seemed to arrange some letters ; then , suddenly , as ...
... speaking of . There is no use making yourself miser- able over it . I shall be much more com- fortable . I have our ... speak , but checked herself , and went over to her desk , and seemed to arrange some letters ; then , suddenly , as ...
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... speak of his coming home , and then you- you just disap- point me ! As if I did n't suffer enough from his absence , without having my nerves shattered in this way ! " " I'm sorry , dear ; I did n't mean to . " " And I'm sure I'm ...
... speak of his coming home , and then you- you just disap- point me ! As if I did n't suffer enough from his absence , without having my nerves shattered in this way ! " " I'm sorry , dear ; I did n't mean to . " " And I'm sure I'm ...
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... speak her mother's religious language ; she could not talk of God's forgiveness ; she could only say it would be " all right . " " Not at all ! " Mrs. Drayton retorted . " You don't understand , Lyssie , what a high ideal I have . When ...
... speak her mother's religious language ; she could not talk of God's forgiveness ; she could only say it would be " all right . " " Not at all ! " Mrs. Drayton retorted . " You don't understand , Lyssie , what a high ideal I have . When ...
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Página 17 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Página 330 - All that we are is the result of what we have thought: it is founded on our thoughts, it is made up of our thoughts.
Página 513 - The blood and spirits of Le Fevre, which were waxing cold and slow within him, and were retreating to their last citadel the heart, — rallied back, the film forsook his eyes for a moment, — he looked up wishfully in my uncle Toby's face, — then cast a look upon his boy, and that ligament, fine as it was, was never broken.
Página 124 - Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Página 62 - Are not my days few? Cease then, and let me alone, that I may take comfort a little before I go whence I shall not return, even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death; a land of darkness, as darkness itself, and of the shadow of death, without any order and where the light is as darkness.
Página 398 - It may be said that we ought to read our contemporaries, that Wordsworth &c. should have their due from us. But, for the sake of a few fine imaginative or domestic passages, are we to be bullied into a certain Philosophy engendered in the whims of an Egotist ? Every man has his speculations, but every man does not brood and peacock over them till he makes a false coinage and deceives himself.
Página 642 - No, Sir, claret is the liquor for boys ; port for men ; but he who aspires to be a hero (smiling) must drink brandy.
Página 331 - Such as are thy habitual thoughts, such also will be the character of thy mind ; for the soul is dyed by the thoughts. Dye it then with a continuous series of such thoughts as these : for instance, that where a man can live, there he can also live well. But he must live in a palace ; — well then, he can also live well in a palace.
Página 330 - ... after I am dead, shall be a lamp unto themselves, and a refuge unto themselves, shall betake themselves to no external refuge, but- holding fast to the truth as their lamp, and holding fast...
Página 331 - As the bee collects nectar and departs without injuring the flower, or its color or scent, so let a sage dwell in his village.