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My sin is love in that I love my sin too well to wish to repent of it.

I couldn't tell if the vertigo was fear, or some strange side effect of glitterweb crawling up my arm.

Dust was an Angel. He was by nature a servant, even if his service often meant something more like mastery.

He did not mock her service, even by implication, even when he did not condone the means by which she served.

Earth rained on the bushed-copper coffin like the heating of my heart in my ears.

Mr Darcy is my severest critic.

In a library in a staid South Coast resort of retirees

You think I exaggerate." "At the moment—" "Well, this sort of moment never really stops . . .

Oh, this will never do, she thought. He could kiss like the very devil and be astute.

For a man who professed to love God, he was filled with the vinegar of hatred and self-righteousness.

Was he still, somehow, watching over her?

I took a step back. "Here." He plunked his wet hat on my head. "Don't go anywhere," he told me, then turned away.

A man is so in the way in the house.

James Gould Cozzens used this incident in his 1948 novel Guard of Honor, but he moved it to the South.

late-nineteenth-century recasting of the Civil War's achievement from African American emancipation to white reconciliation

Lovely phrases had lit candles in her mind, one after the other, till she felt intoxicated with the brightness.

I don't think fear that you share with the whole world warps you. It's personal fears that do that.

She had the courage that accepts instantly, without recoil, and the reverence in love that towards man is without possessiveness and towards God without rebellion

They gazed at her with awe, feeling to the full that medieval reverence for someone obviously touched in the head.

If the retreat house was a trap, it was a very nice one.

There is nothing quite like this novel with its rage and ragings, its discontent and angry restlessness. Wuthering Heights is a virgin's story.

On the Thursday I called an emergency locksmith and had the locks changed on the front door and the back door.

Do you think 'Duke' is a good name?' she asked. His face blanked for a second before it cleared. He glanced at the dog in consideration. 'I don't think so. He would outrank me.

For the hackneyed art of lying without injury to anyone, Rushbrook, to his shame, was proficient.