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Page 46 - We give Thee thanks for all Thy benefits, O Almighty God, who livest and reignest forever, and may the souls of the faithful departed through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen.
Page 237 - For this cause shall a man leave his father and his mother, and cleave to his wife ; and they two shall be one.
Page 458 - Faust," he was perplexed; and when she argued that it was a beautiful and human aspiration, he looked at her as if he had never seen her before. He asked her how she had come to think such a thing, and was perplexed by her embarrassments.
Page 511 - Glamour looks in amazement from the mother to the daughter, and from the daughter to the mother. ' Very well, my dear,
Page 460 - He had pronounced an unjust and a hard sentence ; she submitted to it without a word .of murmur because it was unjust. She did nothing to soften, nothing to charm him. She had made the effort once, but then she did not love him. No woman who loves can try and charm a cold man. Passion has vehement reproaches, eloquent bitterness, or scornful, silent pride, but no arts, no seductions to win back a lost or estranged heart.
Page 508 - ... her that he loved her, that he could not live without her, and that he would and should xnarry her.
Page 460 - I never can be worthy of you," it says, " yet we are of one nature. I never can be all that you are, but I can share your feelings, and be a partaker of your hopes. No pitiless barrier of different kind, of natural inferiority divides and torments us — you by the knowledge that you move alone on earth, I by the feeling, that though I should strive for ever, I never can read you.