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There is a man in Bolingbroke who lisps and always testifies in prayer-meeting. He says, 'If you can't thine like an electric thtar thine like a candlethtick.

His face just looks like one of those long, narrow stones in the graveyard, doesn't it? 'Sacred to the memory' ought to be written on his forehead.

And I have such a cold in the head—I can do nothing but sniffle, sigh and sneeze. Isn't that alliterative agony for you?

Did she think ginger cookies a substitute for impassioned longings and mad, wild, glamorous adventures?

Ilse] was suffering so keenly that she wanted to arraign the universe at the bar of her pain.

Lawful heart, did any one ever see such freckles? And hair as red as carrots!

Ye shall know the truth and the truth shall make you free." The most terrible and tremendous saying in the world, Jane… because we are all afraid of truth and afraid of freedom… that's why we murdered Jesus.

A child who was more or less under-nourished -- not in body, but in soul. More of a moonbeam than a sunbeam.

There's no men like that nowadays. This is a degenerate age, Miss Shirley." "Homer said the same thing eight hundred years, B.C.," smiled Anne.

Anne was a sweet-souled lass, but she could instill some venom into innocent italics when occasion required. "What

I've no doubt, enjoying himself same as ever. Just like a man.

The other day I found this statement in a book. 'Her voice would have made the multiplication table charming!' I thought of it when I heard yours. I didn't believe it before, but I do now.

By a Free Methodist!" groaned Mrs. Frederick — as if to have been married by an imprisoned Methodist would have been a shade less disgraceful.

It was nearly as long as a minister's and so poetical.

When I wake up in the night and cannot go to sleep again, remarked Susan, who was knitting and reading at the same time, I pass the moments by torturing the Kaiser to death. Last night I fried him in boiling oil and a great comfort it was to me, remembering those Belgian babies.

It's not the first time I've been glad," retorted Marilla. "You do like to rub things in, Matthew Cuthbert.

Well, we could have a jolly funeral, you know, said Dan. We looked at him in such horror that Dan hastened to apologize.

At least it removed her dread of being laughed at, though the deeper hurt of an outraged ideal remained.

Leslie Ford, looking at him, thought that he had the face of a genius Ã¢â'¬Â¦ the remote, detached look of a soul from another star. Earth was not his habitat.

Pigs MAY whistle, but they've poor mouths for it

Oh, I wouldn't have minded its being heretical. I can stand wickedness, but I can't stand foolishness

Miss Barry, who was sitting behind them, leaned forward and poked Marilla in the back with her parasol.

Is that a nice thing to say to your mother? Oh, how true it is that it is sharper than a serpent's tooth to have a thankless child." "Is that a nice thing to say to your daughter?" said unrepentant Valancy.

Always liked Lombardies," said Captain Jim, waving a long arm at them. "They're the trees of princesses.