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Genuine literature is the expression, we take it, of life-and truth to that is the standard of its success. Reference was intended to this, and not to the common canons of literary art.
"Nothing would give me more happiness, because you have come in this way; of your own spontaniety-simply gravitated to my life-and when the exhaustion of our mental and vital forces demands our separation we will part, and consider that as natural and agreeable to each as our present coming together."
Then, far indeed had proceeded that communication of hearts, which was now the aim of her life-and she was undone! Helen glanced at the face of Lady mar, and observing its changes, regarded them as corroborations of her having been the betrayer. "If conscience disturbs you thus," thought Helen, "let it rend your heart, and perhaps remorse may follow!"
Genuine literature is the expression, we take it, of life-and truth to that is the standard of its success. Reference was intended to this, and not to the common canons of literary art.
"You are married then?" "Oh no no not that no!" She bent close again, a sweet smile breaking through her tears. "Then you can tell me what it is." "I couldn't tell it, even to my wife." Her brow contracted in a puzzled look. "It's nothing low or dishonorable?" "No. And it belongs to the big things of life-and death." "And I cannot know this secret?" "You cannot know. I have taken an oath."
Genuine literature is the expression, we take it, of life-and truth to that is the standard of its success. Reference was intended to this, and not to the common canons of literary art.
'Oh, my child, replied he, 'I cannot live that long. 'Oh, do, daddy, do live, and I will take such good care of you, was her rejoinder. She now says, 'Why, I thought then, in my ignorance, that he could live, if he would. I just as much thought so, as I ever thought any thing in my life-and I insisted on his living: but he shook his head, and insisted he could not.
He gave a signal-the first of the kind he had ever sounded in his life-and drawing his English troops around him, after much hard fighting, fell back in tolerable order beyond the confines of his camp. The Scots were eager to pursue him, but Wallace checked the motion. "Let us not hunt the lion till he stand at bay!" cried he.
"Why not, pray? She's a young woman still what many people would call young," Mrs. Memorall interjected, with a parenthetic glance at the mirror. "Why not accept the inevitable and begin over again? All the King's horses and all the King's men won't bring Rendle to life-and besides, she didn't marry him when she had the chance." Danyers winced slightly at this rude fingering of his idol.
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