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And, indeed, the altruistic impulses have become so deeply rooted in our natures that, turn away from them as we might, they would yet persist in the form of an undercurrent of dissatisfaction and remorse. The only possible solution of the deadlock lies in the killing-off of the selfish impulses. This is not a fantastic dream.

Not a word to show you feel your position, and and mine. Not a single word of acknowledgment, or regret or remorse . . . or . . . something." "Words!" she whispered in a tone that irritated him. He stamped his foot. "This is awful!" he exclaimed. "Words? Yes, words. Words mean something yes they do for all this infernal affectation. They mean something to me to everybody to you.

You, who have a life-long experience of the confessional, dear uncle, you may never, perhaps, have seen so awful a remorse, remorse sunk in the waves of prayer, the ceaseless supplication of a mute despair. This fisherman, this mariner, this hard, coarse Breton, was sublime through some hidden emotion. Had those eyes wept? That hand, moulded for an unwrought statue, had it struck?

Her true instincts told her that it was not right to disturb others with many expressions of her remorse; that the holiest repentance consisted in a quiet and daily sacrifice. Still there were times when she wearied pitifully of her inaction. She was so willing to serve and work, and every one despised her services.

They are permitted to win just enough to turn their heads, and then are robbed. Remorse, despair, and suicide too often follow. Cards are the usual means employed in these great wrongs. I should be sorry to see a young brother of mine, who was soon to face the temptations of the world, go away with a knowledge that has been the ruin of so many."

If she's dead and you don't, you'll have your own remorse and the rest, too." I said, "You're too Irish mysterious for me to understand. But you've a choice of four evils for me choose yourself." He continued with a quivering, taut good-humour: "Prove to me she's dead, and I'll let you die sharply and mercifully." "You won't believe!" I said; but he took no notice.

She observed, for instance, that their prayers were blended with many sighs, and from time to time, a groan escaped from one of the males, which indicated either deep remorse or a sense of some great misery.

In an instant I was wild with remorse and grief. I seized a chair and sent it crashing into the hallway to attract attention. To this noise I added my voice, and yelled for help with lungs that had aroused the echoes on many a hunting-field. There were whisperings below, and apparently a hurried consultation, and then a young woman came mincing up the stairs.

The dreadful calamities that he had brought upon himself recoiled upon his head, crushing him to the dust with their weight of anguish and remorse: Ida Wade's suicide, his father's death, his social banishment, the loss of his art, Hiram Wade's lawsuit menacing him with beggary, and now this last, this approaching insanity.

'Yes, he replied, with a keen pang of remorse, and wondering if she would call it kindness if she knew all that he did. 'And I think you like me some, she continued: 'don't you? 'Like you! he repeated; 'yes, more than you can ever know. Why, sometimes I think I like you almost as much as I do Maude.