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She has very strong feelings and memories, and, what’s more, she uses these phrases, most unexpected words, which come out all of a sudden when you least expect them. She spoke lately about a pine-tree, for instance: there used to be a pine-tree standing in our garden in her early childhood. Very likely it’s standing there still; so there’s no need to speak in the past tense.
I certainly can’t conceive how I can ever have been an angel. If I ever was, it must have been so long ago that there’s no harm in forgetting it. Now I only prize the reputation of being a gentlemanly person and live as I can, trying to make myself agreeable. I love men genuinely, I’ve been greatly calumniated!
You’ve seen for yourself: there’s a passage.” “Listen, my good fellow; what was that you babbled, as I was leaving the hospital, that if I said nothing about your faculty of shamming fits, you wouldn’t tell the investigating lawyer all our conversation at the gate? What do you mean by all? What could you mean by it? Were you threatening me? Have I entered into some sort of compact with you?
We ’ave ’ad clerical gentlemen ’ere before, sir; in fact, there’s one a-staying ’ere now, second floor,—you may know of ’im, sir,—the Reverend Mr John Duggs; a very pleasant gentleman you’ll find him, sir. I’ll tell ’im you’re ’ere, sir; ’e’d be sure to like to meet another gentleman of the syme cloth, has they say.” Somehow or other the Rev.
"I think there’s plenty for me to cry about," she said, looking up through her long wet lashes. "It is so terrible for me to be the one that is to blame. Papa swears he’ll never forgive Bob, and your aunt—" "Lord love you!" he exclaimed; "don’t worry over me or my aunt. I don’t. I don’t mind anything, with Holloway staked in the ditch. I can get along well enough now."
When Lucinda returned from drying her feet, Aunt Mary had her handkerchief in one hand and spectacles in the other. "Saints and sinners!" cried the maid, in a voice that grated with sympathy. "He ain’t writ to say he’s dead, is he?" "No," said Aunt Mary; "but he isn’t as well as he makes out. There’s no deceivin’ me, Lucinda!" "Dear! dear!" cried the Trusty and True; "is that so?
Wilmot’s pocket; but the old adage, "where there’s a will, there’s a way," came into her mind, so she felt around on the half frozen ground till she found a long rail, which she placed against a window; then climbing up, she raised the sash, and in a moment was in the schoolroom.
“Not the whole class: it’s only ten of our fellows who go to see him every day. There’s nothing in that.” “What I don’t understand in all this is the part that Alexey Karamazov is taking in it. His brother’s going to be tried to-morrow or next day for such a crime, and yet he has so much time to spend on sentimentality with boys.” “There’s no sentimentality about it.
But, holy and blessed Father,” said the monk, growing bolder and bolder, “is it true, as they noise abroad even to distant lands about you, that you are in continual communication with the Holy Ghost?” “He does fly down at times.” “How does he fly down? In what form?” “As a bird.” “The Holy Ghost in the form of a dove?” “There’s the Holy Ghost and there’s the Holy Spirit.
Spirits don’t freeze, but when one’s in fleshly form, well ... in brief, I didn’t think, and set off, and you know in those ethereal spaces, in the water that is above the firmament, there’s such a frost ... at least one can’t call it frost, you can fancy, 150 degrees below zero!
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