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She knows his virtues and appreciates them. I have heard her, have I not, love? Esteem soon ripens into love when they are once fairly married." "Mother, does her silence then tell you nothing? Her tears are they nothing to you?" "Silly child! These are tears that do not scald. The sweet soul weeps because she now for the first time sees she will have to leave her mother.
One couldn't tell what the woman might do. Her audacity was tremendous, even for an American. To this he listened more patiently. "Dare say you're right. You don't go off your head easily. I'll rag him proper, now I'm here. Always knew the ass would make a silly marriage if he could. Yes, yes, I'll break it up quick enough. I say I'll break it up proper. Dancers and that sort. Dangerous.
"Tut, tut, thou silly lad!" laughed Carew, frankly; "am I thy friend for naught? What! let thee walk all the way to Coventry, and never see the play? Nay, on my soul! Why, Nick, I love thee, lad; and I'll do for thee in the twinkling of an eye. Canst thou speak lines by heart? Well, then, say these few after me, and bear them in thy mind."
Often that one face is the only one I allow myself to see. It hides the whole public." "Then don't you be silly and send it away. I'll tell you the one fault of your character: you think too much of other people, and too little of yourself. Now, that is contrary to the scheme of nature. We are sent into the world to take care of number one." "What!" said Ina; "are we to be all self-indulgence?
It is not selfishness, for I do love to have treats; but when you go away I don't seem to take any pleasure in anything; it is all so flat and disagreeable. Sometimes I lie awake and cry when I think what I should do if you were to die. I know how silly and morbid it is, but how am I to help it?" And here Hatty broke down, and hid her face on Bessie's shoulder.
You must come less often; even to not at all, if you are one of those idols with feet of clay which leave the print of their steps in a room; or fall and crush the silly idolizer. 'But surely you know . . . said he. 'We can't have to wait long. He looked full of hopeful meanings. 'A reason . . . ! She kept down her breath. A longdrawn sigh followed, through parted lips.
It always had a livid tinge, but she fancied it was red now with healthy blushes; her eyes were on the ground: in the house they looked out from under their heavy brows on their daily life with a tired coldness that made silly Grey ashamed of her own light-heartedness.
"I thought you were done for that time, Chris. How on earth did you manage it? You must have been jolly careless." Chris did not attempt to answer. Now that the emergency had passed, she was hanging upon Bertrand almost in a state of collapse. "Let us go in," the latter said gently. "Yes, run along," said Noel, who had a wholesome dread of hysterics. "Don't be silly, Chris; there's no harm done.
Nor Jane's. Neither do they accord with their political sympathies. 'Oh, I forgot you two were silly old Socialists. Never mind, that'll pass when they grow up, won't it, Frank? Secretly, Mrs. Frank thought that the twins had the disease because the Potter family, however respectable now, wasn't really 'top-drawer.
Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart one of the indivisible primary faculties, or sentiments, which give direction to the character of Man. Who has not, a hundred times, found himself committing a vile or a silly action, for no other reason than because he knows he should not?
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