Beneath all manner of kindness and consideration for each other--for their good taste, at all events, had never given way--this tragedy of a woman, who wanted to be loved, slowly killing the power of loving her in the man, had gone on year after year.
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Fraternity by
John Galsworthy
Hilary was no young person, like his niece or Martin, to whom everything seemed simple; nor was he an old person like their grandfather, for whom life had lost its complications.
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Fraternity by
John Galsworthy
There is left in every man something of the primeval love of stalking.
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Fraternity by
John Galsworthy
"The human heart," he murmured, "is the tomb of many feelings."
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Fraternity by
John Galsworthy
"By love I mean the forgetfulness of self. Unions are frequent in which only the sexual instincts, or the remembrance of self, are roused---"
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Fraternity by
John Galsworthy