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affection answer asked believe better Blanche brother called Captain Castleton Caxton CHAPTER child comes cried dear door doubt eyes face Fanny father fear feel felt followed fortune gave give gone half hand happy hard head hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour human interest kind knew Lady Ellinor land learned least leave less light live London look Lord mean mind Miss mother nature never night once passed perhaps Pisistratus poor Roland round seemed seen short side smile speak Squills stopped street sure talk tell thing thought tion took Trevanion true turned Uncle Jack Vivian voice walk whole wish woman young youth
Side 323 - We are here among the vast and noble scenes of nature ; we are there among the pitiful shifts of policy: we walk here in the light and open ways of the divine bounty; we grope there in the dark and confused labyrinths of human malice: our senses are here feasted with the clear and genuine taste of their objects ; which are all sophisticated there, and for the most part overwhelmed with their contraries.
Side 140 - He had, to a morbid excess, that desire to rise, which is vulgarly called ambition, but no apparent wish for fame, or esteem, or the love of his species ; only the hard wish to succeed, not shine, not serve, — succeed that he might have the right to despise a world which galled his self-conceit, and enjoy the pleasures which the redundant nervous life in him seemed to crave.
Side 345 - hence, not unjustly, has it been remarked by a philosopher, shrewd at least in worldly experience" — (Squills again closed his eyes, and became exanimate) — " it is strange to imagine that war, which of all things appears the most savage, should be the passion of the most heroic spirits.
Side 323 - All the world's bravery, that delights our eyes, Is but thy several liveries ; Thou the rich dye on them bestow'st, Thy nimble pencil paints this landscape as thou go'st.
Side 160 - ... then diet yourself well on biography — the biography of good and great men. See how little a space one sorrow really makes in life. See scarce a page, perhaps, given to some grief similar to your own ; and how triumphantly the life sails on beyond it ! You thought the wing was broken ! — Tut — tut — it was but a bruised feather ! See what life leaves behind it when all is done!
Side 11 - My father stopped at a nursery gardener's, and after looking over the flowers, paused before a large double geranium. " Ah ! this is finer than that which your mamma was so fond of. What is the cost, sir ? " " Only 7s. 6rf.," said the gardener. My father buttoned up his pocket. " I can't afford it to-day," said he, gently, and we walked out.
Side 12 - What !" cried my mother, when she had learned all ; " and your poor domino-box that you were so fond of! We will go back to-morrow, and buy it back, if it costs us double." " Shall we buy it back, Pisistratus ?" asked my father. " Oh no — no — no ! It would spoil all," I cried, burying my face on my father's breast.
Side 225 - Or pore over you through a microscope, to see how your blood circulates from the crown of your head to the sole of your foot...
Side 11 - For truth, that blooms all the year round, is better than a poor geranium ; and a word that is never broken, is better than a piece of delf." My head, which had drooped before, rose again ; but the rush of joy at my heart almost stifled me. "I have called to pay your little bill...