“You have passed a strange night, Jane.”
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You are cold; you are sick; and you are silly.
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There was nothing to cool or banish love in these circumstances…
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He made me love him without looking at me.
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I had not, it seems, the originality to chalk out a new road to shame and destruction, but trod the old track with stupid exactness not to deviate an inch from the beaten centre.
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Most things free-born will submit to anything for a salary; therefore, keep to yourself, and don’t venture on generalities of which you are intensely ignorant.
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A present has many faces to it, does it not?
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Millions are condemned to a stiller doom than mine, and millions are in silent revolt against their lot.
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Eucatastrophe 