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Page 362 - you. which, I believed, was extinguished with all such feelings. But I thought that our marriage might be a sanctification for us both. 'The unbelieving husband is sanctified by the wife, and the unbelieving wife is sanctified by the husband,' I said to myself. But my plan is
Page 188 - The only pain to me was pain on his account, poor, foolish young man. Do you suppose his incensed words could give me any pain, or even his blows ? ' Being reviled we bless; being persecuted we suffer it; being defamed we entreat; we are made as the filth of the world, and as the off scouring of all things unto this day.
Page 300 - the two old servants came in, and Angel's father began to read at the tenth verse of the aforesaid chapter: " ' Who can find a virtuous woman ? for her price is far above rubies. She riseth while it is yet night, and giveth meat to her household. She girdeth her loins with strength, and strengtheneth her arms. She perceiveth that her merchandise is good; her candle goeth not out by night.
Page 132 - plus d'hommes originaux. Les gens du commun ne trouvent pas de difference entre les hommes." The typical and unvarying Hodge ceased to exist. He had been disintegrated into a number of varied fellow-creatures—beings of many minds, beings infinite in difference; some happy, many serene, a few depressed, one here and there bright
Page 457 - knights and dames slept on in their tombs unknowing. The two speechless gazers bent themselves down to the earth, as if in prayer, and remained thus a long time, absolutely motionless; the flag continued to wave silently. As soon as they had strength they arose, joined hands again, and went on. \ THE
Page 30 - to be like the apples on our stubbard tree. Most of them splendid and sound—a few blighted." "Which do we live on—a splendid one or a blighted one ?" " A blighted one." " 'Tis very unlucky that we didn't pitch on a sound one, when there were so many more of 'em! " "Yes."
Page 140 - My soul chooseth strangling and death rather than my life. I loathe it; I would not live alway." It was true that he was at present out of his class. But she knew that was only because, like Peter the Great in a
Page 378 - find him: then shall she say, I will go and return to my first husband; for then was it better with me than now.'