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Page 372 - Then spake the woman whose the living child was unto the king, (for her bowels yearned upon her son) and she said, O my lord, give her the living child, and in no wise slay it : but the other said, Let it be neither mine nor thine, but divide it.
Page 527 - Why, let the stricken deer go weep, The hart ungalled play; For some must watch, while some must sleep; So runs the world away.
Page 588 - While you read any one of the last three books we have named, you feel yourself caught out of an abominable wicked world, crawling with selfishness and recking -with base passions, into one where there is much weakness, many mistakes, sufferings long and bitter, but where it is possible for people to live calm and wholesome lives ; and, what is more, you feel that this is at least as real a world as the other.
Page 587 - HERE the story is broken off, and it can never be finished. What promised to be the crowning work of a life is a memorial of death. A few days longer, and it would have been a triumphal column, crowned with a capital of festal leaves and flowers : now it is another sort of column — one of those sad white pillars which stand broken in the churchyard.
Page 582 - I know ! I know ! I will never allow any one to say a word against her. If I called her the false Duessa, it was because I wanted to express my sense of the difference between her and Molly as strongly as I could. You must allow for a lover's exaggeration. Besides, all I wanted to...
Page 394 - Oh, Molly, you don't know how I was neglected just at a time when I wanted friends most. Mamma does not know it ; it is not in her to know what I might have been if I had only fallen into wise, good hands. But I know it; and what's more...
Page 189 - She had always wished to come into direct contact with a lovestory : here she had, and she only found it very uncomfortable ; there was a sense of concealment and uncertainty about it all; and her honest straightforward father, her quiet life at Hollingford, which, even with all its drawbacks, was above-board, and where everybody knew what everybody was doing, seemed secure and pleasant in comparison.
Page 152 - ... em down, and was cold to the feet, and smelt just abominable." All these complaints Molly had to listen to, and it was not a cheerful preparation for the reception which she already felt to be so formidable. The sound of their carriage-wheels was heard at last, and Molly went to the front door to meet them.
Page 27 - Don't teach Molly too much : she must sew, and read, and write, and do her sums; but I want to keep her a child, and if I find more learning desirable for her, I'll see about giving it to her myself. After all, I'm not sure that reading or writing is necessary. Many a good woman gets married with only a cross instead of her name; it's rather a diluting of mother-wit, to my fancy; but, however, we must yield to the prejudices of society, Miss Eyre, and so you may teach the child to read.