Phases of her childhood lurked in her aspect still. As she walked along to-day, for all her bouncing handsome womanliness, you could sometimes see her twelfth year in her cheeks, or her ninth sparkling from her eyes; and even her fifth would flit over the curves of her mouth now and then.
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Tess of the D'Urbervilles by
Thomas Hardy
It was the touch of the imperfect upon the would-be perfect that gave the sweetness, because it was that which gave the humanity.
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Tess of the D'Urbervilles by
Thomas Hardy
"Don't think of what's past!" said she. "I am not going to think outside of now. Why should we! Who knows what to-morrow has in store?"
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Tess of the D'Urbervilles by
Thomas Hardy
Rays from the sunrise drew forth the buds and stretched them into long stalks, lifted up sap in noiseless streams, opened petals, and sucked out scents in invisible jets and breathings.
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Tess of the D'Urbervilles by
Thomas Hardy
Patience, that blending of moral courage with physical timidity.
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Tess of the D'Urbervilles by
Thomas Hardy
That shabby corner of God's allotment where He lets the nettles grow, and where all unbaptized infants, notorious drunkards, suicides, and others of the conjecturally damned are laid.
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Tess of the D'Urbervilles by
Thomas Hardy
"You, and those like you, take your fill of pleasure on earth by making the life of such as me bitter and black with sorrow; and then it is a fine thing, when you have had enough of that, to think of securing your pleasure in heaven by becoming converted!"
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Tess of the D'Urbervilles by
Thomas Hardy