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The overdressed, idle dowagers; the matrons, with their too-gay frocks, their too-full days, their too-rich food; the girls, all crudeness, artifice, all scheming openly for their own advantage, where among them all was happiness?

"I had a thousand other things to consult you about, to tell you," he said. "I have a thousand other things to do. I have a mission to fulfil before I speak of love. It just came, it suddenly bubbled up and poured over like water in a too-full bottle." "Do you regret it?" Margaret said simply and sympathetically.

There was no bubbling, no gushing up from its deep bosom, but the wealth of sparkling waters continually welled over as from a too-full goblet. It was with actual sorrow that I turned away from the silent spot. I never visited a place to which the fancy clung more suddenly and fondly.

Is it not enough to make an ingrowing visage?" "How so?" said Katherine in feigned insouciance. "A surfeit of good, like a too-full cup, boils over and falls to ill." "Then, Janet, surfeit sin 'til it bubbles up, runs over, perhaps a better cup to fill." "Alack, alas, for youth's philosophy!" "At what art thou driving, nurse; thou canst neither affect Shakespeare nor the Bible!"

There was a cheerful light in her eye and a humorous curve to her not too-full lips that promised an uplifting spirit within her even in serious mood. It seemed as though this day and its apparent peace must breed happiness, although it was but a respite in the middle of winter.

And yet the moment of exaltation still charged my life; it seemed to me clearer and deeper; and I thought that enthusiasm is in us like a too-full cup, which overflows at the least movement of the soul. I made enquiries that same evening; and all that I learnt encourages me. She lives at the end of our village of Sainte-Colombe.

"But it's rather like the problem of cleaning out a too-full house you can't really get rid of the dust unless you first of all clear the whole thing out, empty it." "You want to abolish so much, Mike." "All the rubbish," he said. "All the hindrances. I want to let in light." "Beginning with kings," Meg said, tantalizingly. The voice was Freddy's.

There was no bubbling no gushing up from its deep bosom but the wealth of sparkling waters continually welled over, as from a too-full goblet. It was with actual sorrow that I turned away from the silent spot. I never visited a place to which the fancy clung more suddenly and fondly.