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RHODA FLEMING, V5 4425

You who may have cared for her through her many tribulations, have no fear Can a man go farther than his nature? Cold curiosity Found by the side of the bed, inanimate, and pale as a sister of death Sinners are not to repent only in words So long as we do not know that we are performing any remarkable feat There were joy-bells for Robert and Rhoda, but none for Dahlia

RHODA FLEMING, ENTIRE 4426

A fleet of South-westerly rainclouds had been met in mid-sky All women are the same--Know one, know all Ashamed of letting his ears be filled with secret talk Borrower to be dancing on Fortune's tight-rope above the old abyss But you must be beautiful to please some men But the key to young men is the ambition, or, in the place of it..... But great, powerful London--the new universe to her spirit Can a man go farther than his nature? Childish faith in the beneficence of the unseen Powers who feed us Cold curiosity Dahlia, the perplexity to her sister's heart, lay stretched.... Dead Britons are all Britons, but live Britons are not quite brothers Developing stiff, solid, unobtrusive men, and very personable women Exceeding variety and quantity of things money can buy Found by the side of the bed, inanimate, and pale as a sister of death Full-o'-Beer's a hasty chap Gravely reproaching the tobacconist for the growing costliness of cigars He had no recollection of having ever dined without drinking wine He tried to gather his ideas, but the effort was like that of a light dreamer He lies as naturally as an infant sucks He will be a part of every history I haven't got the pluck of a flea I never pay compliments to transparent merit I would cut my tongue out, if it did you a service Inferences are like shadows on the wall It was her prayer to heaven that she might save a doctor's bill Land and beasts! They sound like blessed things Love dies like natural decay Marriage is an awful thing, where there's no love Mrs. Fleming, of Queen Anne's Farm, was the wife of a yeoman My first girl--she's brought disgrace on this house My plain story is of two Kentish damsels One learns to have compassion for fools, by studying them Pleasant companion, who did not play the woman obtrusively among men Principle of examining your hypothesis before you proceed to decide by it Rhoda will love you. She is firm when she loves Silence is commonly the slow poison used by those who mean to murder love Sinners are not to repent only in words So long as we do not know that we are performing any remarkable feat Sort of religion with her to believe no wrong of you The unhappy, who do not wish to live, and cannot die The kindest of men can be cruel The idea of love upon the lips of ordinary men, provoked Dahlia's irony The backstairs of history The woman seeking for an anomaly wants a master Then, if you will not tell me There were joy-bells for Robert and Rhoda, but none for Dahlia To be a really popular hero anywhere in Britain To be her master, however, one must not begin by writhing as her slave Wait till the day's ended before you curse your luck William John Fleming was simply a poor farmer With this money, said the demon, you might speculate Work is medicine You who may have cared for her through her many tribulations, have no fear You choose to give yourself to an obscure dog You're a rank, right-down widow, and no mistake

EVAN HARRINGTON, V1 4427

EVAN HARRINGTON, V2 4428

Adept in the lie implied Commencement of a speech proves that you have made the plunge Forty seconds too fast, as if it were a capital offence Friend he would not shake off, but could not well link with Habit, what a sacred and admirable thing it is He grunted that a lying clock was hateful to him He had his character to maintain I 'm a bachelor, and a person--you're married, and an object I take off my hat, Nan, when I see a cobbler's stall Incapable of putting the screw upon weak excited nature It's a fool that hopes for peace anywhere Men do not play truant from home at sixty years of age No great harm done when you're silent Taking oath, as it were, by their lower nature Tears that dried as soon as they had served their end That beautiful trust which habit gives That plain confession of a lack of wit; he offered combat The ass eats at my table, and treats me with contempt The grey furniture of Time for his natural wear You're the puppet of your women! What's an eccentric? a child grown grey!

EVAN HARRINGTON, V3 4429

A lover must have his delusions, just as a man must have a skin A woman rises to her husband. But a man is what he is Abject sense of the lack of a circumference Amiable mirror as being wilfully ruffled to confuse Because men can't abide praise of another man Brief negatives are not re-assuring to a lover's uneasy mind But a woman must now and then ingratiate herself Can you not be told you are perfect without seeking to improve Command of countenance the Countess possessed Damsel who has lost the third volume of an exciting novel English maids are domesticated savage animals Every woman that's married isn't in love with her husband Eyes of a lover are not his own; but his hands and lips are Good nature, and means no more harm than he can help Graduated naturally enough the finer stages of self-deception Have her profile very frequently while I am conversing with her He was in love, and subtle love will not be shamed and smothered I did, replied Evan. 'I told a lie.' Is he jealous? 'Only when I make him, he is.' Make no effort to amuse him. He is always occupied Married a wealthy manufacturer--bartered her blood for his money Notoriously been above the honours of grammar Our comedies are frequently youth's tragedies Rebukes which give immeasurable rebounds Recalling her to the subject-matter with all the patience Remarked that the young men must fight it out together Rose was much behind her age Rose! what have I done? 'Nothing at all,' she said Says you're so clever you ought to be a man She believed friendship practicable between men and women The Countess dieted the vanity according to the nationality The letter had a smack of crabbed age hardly counterfeit Took care to be late, so that all eyes beheld her Tried to be honest, and was as much so as his disease permitted Virtuously zealous in an instant on behalf of the lovely dame When you run away, you don't live to fight another day With good wine to wash it down, one can swallow anything You do want polish You talk your mother with a vengeance

EVAN HARRINGTON, V4 4430

Admirable scruples of an inveterate borrower An obedient creature enough where he must be Bound to assure everybody at table he was perfectly happy Confident serenity inspired by evil prognostications Enamoured young men have these notions Gossip always has some solid foundation, however small He kept saying to himself, 'to-morrow I will tell' I always wait for a thing to happen first I never see anything, my dear Love is a contagious disease Never to despise the good opinion of the nonentities One seed of a piece of folly will lurk and sprout to confound us Secrets throw on the outsiders the onus of raising a scandal She did not detest the Countess because she could not like her Thus does Love avenge himself on the unsatisfactory Past Touching a nerve Unfeminine of any woman to speak continuously anywhere Vulgarity in others evoked vulgarity in her

EVAN HARRINGTON, V5 4431

A madman gets madder when you talk reason to him Ah! how sweet to waltz through life with the right partner And not any of your grand ladies can match my wife at home Any man is in love with any woman Believed in her love, and judged it by the strength of his own Eating, like scratching, only wants a beginning Feel no shame that I do not feel! Feel they are not up to the people they are mixing with Found it difficult to forgive her his own folly Good and evil work together in this world Hated one thing alone--which was 'bother' He has been tolerably honest, Tom, for a man and a lover I cannot live a life of deceit. A life of misery--not deceit If we are to please you rightly, always allow us to play First It is no insignificant contest when love has to crush self-love Listened to one another, and blinded the world Maxims of her own on the subject of rising and getting the worm My belief is, you do it on purpose. Can't be such rank idiots No conversation coming of it, her curiosity was violent One fool makes many, and so, no doubt, does one goose Play second fiddle without looking foolish Second fiddle; he could only mean what she meant Sense, even if they can't understand it, flatters them so The commonest things are the worst done The thrust sinned in its shrewdness Those numerous women who always know themselves to be right Two people love, there is no such thing as owing between them Waited serenely for the certain disasters to enthrone her What will be thought of me? not a small matter to any of us When testy old gentlemen could commit slaughter with ecstasy Why, he'll snap your head off for a word

EVAN HARRINGTON, V6 4432

After a big blow, a very little one scarcely counts Because he stood so high with her now he feared the fall Hope which lies in giving men a dose of hysterics If I love you, need you care what anybody else thinks Pride is the God of Pagans Read one another perfectly in their mutual hypocrisies Refuge in the Castle of Negation against the whole army of facts Speech is poor where emotion is extreme The power to give and take flattery to any amount What a stock of axioms young people have handy When Love is hurt, it is self-love that requires the opiate Wrapped in the comfort of his cowardice You accuse or you exonerate--Nobody can be half guilty

EVAN HARRINGTON, V7 4433

A man to be trusted with the keys of anything Because you loved something better than me Bitten hard at experience, and know the value of a tooth From head to foot nothing better than a moan made visible Glimpse of her whole life in the horrid tomb of his embrace Gratuitous insult How many degrees from love gratitude may be In truth she sighed to feel as he did, above everybody It 's us hard ones that get on best in the world It is better for us both, of course Never intended that we should play with flesh and blood She was unworthy to be the wife of a tailor Sincere as far as she knew: as far as one who loves may be Small beginnings, which are in reality the mighty barriers Spiritualism, and on the balm that it was We deprive all renegades of their spiritual titles

EVAN HARRINGTON, ALL 4434

VITTORIA, V1 4435

Footing up a mountain corrects the notion He saw far, and he grasped ends beyond obstacles Poetry does much upon reflection, but it has to ripen within you There is comfort in exercise, even for an ancient creature such as I am

VITTORIA, V2 4436

Agostino was enjoying the smoke of paper cigarettes Anguish to think of having bent the knee for nothing Art of despising what he coveted Compliment of being outwitted by their own offspring Hated tears, considering them a clog to all useful machinery Intentions are really rich possessions Italians were like women, and wanted--a real beating Necessary for him to denounce somebody Profound belief in her partiality for him

VITTORIA, V3 4437

A fortress face; strong and massive, and honourable in ruin Defiance of foes and of friends Do I serve my hand? or, Do I serve my heart? Good nerve to face the scene which he is certain will be enacted Government of brain; not sufficient Insurrection of heart Had taken refuge in their opera-glasses He postponed it to the next minute and the next I hope I am not too hungry to discriminate I know nothing of imagination In Italy, a husband away, ze friend takes title Morales, madame, suit ze sun No intoxication of hot blood to cheer those who sat at home Not to be feared more than are the general race of bunglers Patience is the pestilence People who can lose themselves in a ray of fancy at any season Question with some whether idiots should live Rarely exacted obedience, and she was spontaneously obeyed The divine afflatus of enthusiasm buoyed her no longer Too weak to resist, to submit to an outrage quietly We are good friends till we quarrel again We can bear to fall; we cannot afford to draw back Who shrinks from an hour that is suspended in doubt Whole body of fanatics combined to precipitate the devotion Youth will not believe that stupidity and beauty can go together

VITTORIA, V4 4438

A common age once, when he married her; now she had grown old Critical in their first glance at a prima donna Forgetfulness is like a closing sea He is inexorable, being the guilty one of the two Her singing struck a note of grateful remembered delight It rarely astonishes our ears. It illumines our souls Madness that sane men enamoured can be struck by Obedience oils necessity Our life is but a little holding, lent To do a mighty labour Simple obstinacy of will sustained her The devil trusts nobody Was born on a hired bed

VITTORIA, V5 4439

An angry woman will think the worst Be on your guard the next two minutes he gets you alone No word is more lightly spoken than shame O heaven! of what avail is human effort? She thought that friendship was sweeter than love Taint of the hypocrisy which comes with shame They take fever for strength, and calmness for submission Women and men are in two hostile camps

VITTORIA, V6 4440

VITTORIA, V7 4441

But is there such a thing as happiness Conduct is never a straight index where the heart's involved Deep as a mother's, pure as a virgin's, fiery as a saint's Foolish trick of thinking for herself Fortitude leaned so much upon the irony Grand air of pitying sadness Ironical fortitude Longing for love and dependence Love of men and women as a toy that I have played with Pain is a cloak that wraps you about She was sick of personal freedom Watch, and wait Went into endless invalid's laughter Why should these men take so much killing? You can master pain, but not doubt

VITTORIA, V8 4442

Confess no more than is necessary, but do everything you can English antipathy to babblers He is in the season of faults Impossible for us women to comprehend love without folly in man Never, never love a married woman Speech was a scourge to her sense of hearing

VITTORIA, COMPLETE 4443

ADVENTURES OF HARRY RICHMOND, V1 4444

A stew's a stew, and not a boiling to shreds I can't think brisk out of my breeches Kindness is kindness, all over the world Learn all about them afterwards, ay, and make the best of them To hope, and not be impatient, is really to believe Unseemly hour--unbetimes

ADVENTURES OF HARRY RICHMOND, V2 4445

Attacked my conscience on the cowardly side Days when you lay on your back and the sky rained apples Dogmatic arrogance of a just but ignorant man He put no question to anybody I can pay clever gentlemen for doing Greek for me Irony instead of eloquence Simplicity is the keenest weapon The most dangerous word of all--ja There's ne'er a worse off but there's a better off Vessel was conspiring to ruin our self-respect

ADVENTURES OF HARRY RICHMOND, V3 4446

He would neither retort nor defend himself I laughed louder than was necessary Tis the fashion to have our tattle done by machinery

ADVENTURES OF HARRY RICHMOND, V4 4447

Ask pardon of you, without excusing myself Habit of antedating his sagacity He thinks or he chews If you kneel down, who will decline to put a foot on you? It goes at the lifting of the bridegroom's little finger Look within, and avoid lying Mindless, he says, and arrogant One who studies is not being a fool The past is our mortal mother, no dead thing The proper defence for a nation is its history Then for us the struggle, for him the grief They seem to me to be educated to conceal their education We has long overshadowed "I" Who beguiles so much as Self?

ADVENTURES OF HARRY RICHMOND, V5 4448

Decent insincerity Discreet play with her eyelids in our encounters Excellent is pride; but oh! be sure of its foundations I do not defend myself ever Nations at war are wild beasts Only true race, properly so called, out of India--German Some so-called laws of honour They are little ironical laughter--Accidents War is only an exaggerated form of duelling Winter mornings are divine. They move on noiselessly

ADVENTURES OF HARRY RICHMOND, V6 4449

Bandied the weariful shuttlecock of gallantry Determine that the future is in our debt, and draw on it Faith works miracles. At least it allows time for them He whipped himself up to one of his oratorical frenzies I was discontented, and could not speak my discontent No Act to compel a man to deny what appears in the papers Puns are the smallpox of the language Stultification of one's feelings and ideas They dare not. The more I dare, the less dare they Too prompt, too full of personal relish of his point

ADVENTURES OF HARRY RICHMOND, V7 4450

All passed too swift for happiness He clearly could not learn from misfortune Intimations of cowardice menacing a paralysis of the will Like a woman, who would and would not, and wanted a master One in a temper at a time I'm sure 's enough Simple affection must bear the strain of friendship if it can Stand not in my way, nor follow me too far Tension of the old links keeping us together The thought stood in her eyes They have not to speak to exhibit their minds Tight grasps of the hand, in which there was warmth and shyness To the rest of the world he was a progressive comedy Was I true? Not so very false, yet how far from truth! Who so intoxicated as the convalescent catching at health?

ADVENTURES OF HARRY RICHMOND, V8 4451

Absolute freedom could be the worst of perils Add on a tired pipe after dark, and a sound sleep to follow Allowed silly sensitiveness to prevent the repair As little trouble as the heath when the woods are swept Bade his audience to beware of princes But the flower is a thing of the season; the flower drops off But to strangle craving is indeed to go through a death Is it any waste of time to write of love? Not to do things wholly is worse than not to do things at all Payment is no more so than to restore money held in trust Self, was digging pits for comfort to flow in Tears are the way of women and their comfort The love that survives has strangled craving The wretch who fears death dies multitudinously There is more in men and women than the stuff they utter Those who are rescued and made happy by circumstances To kill the deer and be sorry for the suffering wretch is common Twice a bad thing to turn sinners loose What a man hates in adversity is to see 'faces' What else is so consolatory to a ruined man? Who shuns true friends flies fortune in the concrete Would he see what he aims at? let him ask his heels You may learn to know yourself through love

ADVENTURES OF HARRY RICHMOND, ENTIRE 4452

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