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"Why?" asked Seabrooke, much surprised, and thinking for a moment that Charlie's headache must have produced something like delirium. "Oh, because," said Charlie, thinking how he could best warn Seabrooke and yet not betray Flagg, "because there's something in your trunk." "Of course there is," said Seabrooke, "lots of things, I should say pretty much all I possess is there."
'Philip, said Sylvia, one night, as he sate as still as a mouse in her room, imagining her to be asleep. He was by her bed-side in a moment. 'I've been thinking what she's to be called. Isabella, after mother; and what were yo'r mother's name? 'Margaret, said he. 'Margaret Isabella; Isabella Margaret. Mother's called Bell. She might be called Bella.
No doubt it was the intensity with which I realised the fact that we are never far from death, none of us, that made it seem as if I were thinking on this subject for the first time. As soon as we reach the age of reflection the thought of death is never long out of our minds. It is a subject on which we are always thinking.
More and more the thinking and controlling races are developing the power of right reason; and more and more they are leaving to inferior and disappearing races the methods of theological dogmatism. More and more, in all parts of the civilized world, is developing liberty of thought; and more and more is left behind the tyranny of formulas.
"O," she said, "it is for pleasure, and a thought that I had: for a while ago I was a thrall, living amongst fears that sickened the heart; and then a little while I was a lonely wanderer, and now...Therefore I was thinking that if ever I come back to mine own land and my home, the scent of a pine-wood shall make me happy."
I don't see why he should, for in a little while I shall be quite clear again. It all came about without my ever thinking I was doing wrong. I've a great mind to tell you all about it, Molly.
The boy was not allowed to go so far from camp by himself, but the captain could not help thinking how this poor fellow would probably feel the next day if help had not arrived, and of the sufferings of the others, which, by that time, would have begun.
She was thinking of little Anne Pierson and what a close race they were running together. Even studying harder than she had ever had to do before, Miriam found it difficult to keep up with Anne. "Where are they going?" asked the other girl suddenly, after they had walked along a few minutes in silence. "Where are who going?" asked Miriam. "Why, the nutting party, of course."
I am thinking you will want some more. I have some capital cambric of curiously fine quality and texture, from the wardrobe of the late Lady Waddilove." "What, Lady Waddilove still!" cried Clarence. "Why, my good friend, you will offer next to furnish me with pantaloons from her ladyship's wardrobe."
If she had not been driven to the wall she would have been quite as respectable as she knew how to be. Coombe called a hansom and drove home, thinking of many things and looking even more than usually detached.
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