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Her imagination was by habit ridiculously active; when the door was not open it jumped out the window.

There was nothing in the room the next minute but the sunshine and a sense that I must stay.

They are hopelessly vulgar. Whether or no being hopelessly vulgar is being 'bad' is a question for the metaphysicians. They are bad enough to dislike, at any rate; and for this short life that is quite enough.

She couldn't have told you whether it was because she was afraid, or because such a voice in the darkness seemed of necessity a boon; but she listened to him as she had never listened before; his words dropped deep into her soul.

She had a new feeling, the feeling of danger; on which a new remedy rose to meet it, the idea of an inner self or, in other words, of concealment.

He gave a melancholy sigh and stood looking at her a moment, with his hands behind him, giving short nervous shakes to his hunting-crop. "Do you know I'm very much afraid of it – of that remarkable mind of yours?

She was a coquette; he was sure she had a spirit of her own; but in her bright, sweet, superficial little visage there was no mockery, no irony. Before long it became obvious that she was much disposed towards conversation.

Ah darling, goodness, I think, never brought any one out. Goodness, when it's real, precisely, rather keeps people IN.

But you must remember that justice to a lovely being is after all a florid sort of sentiment.

My first impulse is always to behave, about everything, as if I feared complications. But I don't fear them— I really like them. They're quite my element.

You decline?" he cried, almost defiantly. " `Decline' isn't the word. A man doesn't decline an insult.

If the child gives the effect another turn of the screw, what do you say to TWO children—? We

How on the other hand could I make a reference without a new plunge into the hideous obscure?

Middlemarch] is a treasure-house of details, but it is an indifferent whole.

typical frivolous always ended by sacrificing to vulgar pleasures. She

The old-world quality in everything that she now saw had all the charm of strangeness.

It was the abyss of human illusion that was the real, the tideless deep.

There was literally, in the ebbing . . . an extraordinarily sweet sadness.

And it was in the mitigated midnight of these approximations that she had discerned the promise of her dawn.

There are gentlemen in plenty who would be glad to stop your mouth by kissing you!

Jasper to her.  I was obliged

If the child gives the effect another turn of the screw, what do you say to two children—?

One need not be a rabid Anglican to be extremely sensible to the charm of an English country church...

Agreeable in the sense of floating there in infinite isolation and leisure that it was.