Three Generations of English Women: Memoirs and Correspondence of Susannah Taylor, Sarah Austin, and Lady Duff Gordon

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T. F. Unwin, 1893 - 571 pages
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Page 62 - ... great zeal for human improvement, a strong sense of duty, and capacities and acquirements the extent of which is proved by the writings he has left, he hardly ever completed any intellectual task of magnitude. He had so high a standard of what ought to be done, so exaggerated a sense of deficiencies in his own performances, and was so unable to content himself with the amount of elaboration sufficient for the occasion and the purpose that he not only spoilt much of his work for ordinary use by...
Page 431 - Lucy, dear child, mind your arithmetic. You know, in the first sum of yours I ever saw, there was a mistake. You had carried two (as a cab is licensed to do) and you ought, dear Lucy, to have carried but one. Is this a trifle? What would life be without arithmetic but a scene of horrors? You are going to Boulogne, the city of debts, peopled by men who never understood arithmetic...
Page 431 - Lucie, to have carried but one. Is this a trifle? What would life be without arithmetic but a scene of horrors? You are going to Boulogne, the city of debts, peopled by men who have never understood arithmetic.
Page 531 - Er-Rasheedee died, but has come to thank me as warmly as if I had done himself some great service, and many to give me some little present. While the man was ill, numbers of the Fellaheen brought eggs, pigeons...
Page 508 - sais running by my side ; glorious hot sun and delicious air. To hear the sais chatter away, his tongue running as fast as his feet, made me deeply envious of his lungs.
Page 93 - I almost apprehend that the habit of drawing will in no short time give me so exclusive and intolerant a taste (as far, I mean, as relates to my own productions) for perspicuity and precision, that I shall hardly venture on sending a letter of much purpose, even to you, unless it be laboured with the accuracy and circumspection which are requisite in a deed of conveyance.
Page 182 - You lie heavy upon my conscience, unaccustomed to bear any weight at all. What can a country parson say to a travelled and travelling lady, who neither knows nor cares anything for wheat, oats, and barley? It is this reflection which keeps me silent. Still she has a fine heart, and likes to be cared for, even by me. Mrs. Sydney and I are in tolerable health, — both better than we were when you lived in England ; but there is much more of us, so that you will find you were only half acquainted with...
Page 471 - I, for my part, could hardly speak to him, so shocked was I by his appearance. He lay on a pile of mattresses, his body wasted so that it seemed no bigger than a child under the sheet that covered him, the eyes closed, and the face altogether like the most painful and wasted Ecce Homo ever painted by some old German painter.
Page 102 - ... whetting the tooth to eat them up ? Alas for it ! it is a sick disjointed time ; neither shall we ever mend it ; at best let us hope to mend ourselves. I declare I sometimes think of throwing down the Pen altogether as a worthless weapon ; and leading out a colony of these poor starving Drudges to the waste places of their...
Page 435 - Or, au pis aller, that you will write me a note, letter, or what you will ; so long as it is from you I shall be delighted to receive it. I am dying to see you or hear from you ; and don't hope that you will escape my quartering myself upon you for a day at Christmas, for I will hold a solemn palaver with you, which I could not accomplish before coming here. I shall not be able to write to you again, as I shall not have time to write to any one but mamma, and not much to her, as, if I do my Latin...

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