"The object of our lives is won. Henceforth let us wear it silently. My lips are closed upon the past from this hour. I forgive you your part in to-morrow's wickedness. May God forgive my own!"
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Dombey and Son
by
Charles Dickens
The Professor snorted like an angry buffalo. "You really touch the limit," said he. "You enlarge my view of the possible. Cerebral paresis! Mental inertia! Wonderful!"
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The Lost World
by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
An angry skipper makes an unhappy crew.
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Captains Courageous
by
Rudyard Kipling
"Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies."
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Wuthering Heights
by
Emily Bronte
Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.
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The Mill on the Floss
by
George Eliot
And it was a very uncommon kind of torch, for once or twice when there were angry words between some dinner-carriers who had jostled each other, he shed a few drops of water on them from it, and their good humour was restored directly. For they said, it was a shame to quarrel upon Christmas Day. And so it was! God love it, so it was!
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A Christmas Carol
by
Charles Dickens
"You might, from your appearance, be the wife of Lucifer. Nevertheless, you shall not get the better of me. I am an Englishwoman."
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A Tale of Two Cities
by
Charles Dickens
"Tell Wind and Fire where to stop," returned madame; "but don't tell me."
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A Tale of Two Cities
by
Charles Dickens
"Holy men? Holy cabbages! Holy bean-pods! What do they do but live and suck in sustenance and grow fat? If that be holiness, I could show you hogs in this forest who are fit to head the calendar. Think you it was for such a life that this good arm was fixed upon my shoulder, or that head placed upon your neck? There is work in the world, man, and it is not by hiding behind stone walls that we shall do it."
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The White Company
by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
"By the black rood of Waltham!" he roared, "if any knave among you lays a finger-end upon the edge of my gown, I will crush his skull like a filbert!"
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The White Company
by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle