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Page 128 - The old is done with; and the Tree of Life needs to be well shaken before the new fruit will drop. MRS. WARD, Cous.
Page 345 - We catch a glimpse of a simple process, an action which is making itself across an action of the same kind which is unmaking itself...
Page 160 - Four o'clock! In another hour the Whitsuntide party for which the house stood ready would have arrived. Helena's particular
Page 61 - If she goes to college, at once, as soon as I am gone, and her brain and her ambition are appealed to before she has time to fall in love, she will develop on that side, prematurely— marvellously— and the rest will...
Page 243 - Very soon after we married, I discovered that I had ceased to love her, that there was hardly anything in common between us. And there was a woman in Paris — a married woman, of my own world — cultivated, and good, and refined — who was sorry for me, who made a kind of spiritual home for me. We very nearly stepped over the edge — we should have done — but for her religion.
Page 66 - Friend had for the first time come cross the type of which the world is now full — men and women, but especially women, who have no use any longer for the reticence of the past, who desire to know all they possibly can about themselves, their own thoughts and sensations, their own peculiarities and powers, all of which are endlessly interesting to them; and especially to the intellectual elite among them.
Page 61 - The only hope of happiness for a woman, she believed, lay in an honest lover, if such a lover could be found. Herself an intellectual, and a freed spirit, she had no trust in any of the new professional and technical careers into which she saw women crowding.
Page 126 - Cousin Philip had scarcely addressed a word to her during the evening, and had bade her a chilly goodnight.