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But Saeed, Saeed, the children are our only hope!

She was a virgin and a warrior, disdainful of the male, which was what eventually convinced people that she really must be off her head.

so full of life and activity, was the sky-line of that accursed city, lurid and spattered with blood (93)

It was a house of shadows, where the sunshine was filtered down to a guttering night-light strength between the laths of the window-shutters. (89)

a kind of breathing space in a Paris that was too small, too stuffy for the ambition in their breasts (65)

Nana was smiling still, but her smile was now bitter, as of a devourer of men.

If I were in heaven, Nelly, I should be extremely miserable. Because you are not fit to go there, I answered. All sinners would be miserable in heaven.

Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous

Joseph is the wearisomest and self-righteous Pharisee who ever ransacked the Bible to rake the promises to himself and fling the curses on his neighbor.

A perfect misanthropist's heaven: and Mr. Heathcliff and I are such a suitable pair to divide the desolation between us.

The Lord help us!' he soliloquised in an undertone of peevish displeasure, while relieving me of my horse: looking, meantime, in my face so sourly that I charitably conjectured he must have need of divine aid to digest his dinner, and his pious ejaculation had no reference to my unexpected advent.

but both their minds tending to the same point—one loving and desiring to esteem, and the other loving and desiring to be esteemed—they contrived in the end to reach it.

I know, by instinct, his reserve springs from an aversion to showy displays of feeling—to manifestations of mutual kindliness.

You are welcome to torture me to death for your amusement, only allow me to amuse myself a little in the same style.

Perhaps your envy counselled her Heathcliff to rob me of my treasures? But I've most of them written on my brain and printed in my heart, and you cannot deprive me of those.

His features were lost in masses of shaggy hair that hung on his shoulders; and his eyes, too, were like a ghostly Catherine's, with all their beauty annihilated.

But no brutality disgusted her: I suppose she has an innate admiration for it, if only her precious person were secure from injury!

invariably to me, I know, and to any person who saw her, I should think--refuted more tangible proofs of convalescence, and stamped her as one doomed to decay.

No parson in the world ever pictured heaven so beautifully as they did, in their innocent talk

Because you are not fit to go there,' I answered. 'All sinners would be miserable in heaven.

Oh, for the time when I shall sleep ?without identity. and never care how rain may steep, ?or snow may cover me –

And would it not be foolish to mourn a calamity above twenty years beforehand?

sit down and take dinner with us - a guest that is safe from repeating his visit, can generally be made welcome...

But cheer up! He died true to his character: drunk as a lord.