Saturday morning was come, and all the summer world was bright and fresh, and brimming with life. There was a song in every heart; and if the heart was young the music issued at the lips. There was cheer in every face and a spring in every step.
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The Adventures of Tom Sawyer
by
Mark Twain
I have noticed that the Christianity of a certain class of respectable people begins when they open their prayer-books at eleven o'clock on Sunday morning, and ends when they shut them up again at one o'clock on Sunday afternoon. Nothing so astonishes and insults Christians of this sort as reminding them of their Christianity on a week-day.
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Armadale
by
Wilkie Collins
Something real, cool and solid lies before you; something unromantic as Monday morning, when all who have work wake with the consciousness that they must rise and betake themselves thereto.
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Shirley
by
Charlotte Bronte
It was a cold hard easterly morning when he latched the garden gate and turned away. The light snowfall which had feathered his schoolroom windows on the Thursday, still lingered in the air, and was falling white, while the wind blew black.
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Our Mutual Friend
by
Charles Dickens
It was a soft, reposeful summer landscape, as lovely as a dream, and as lonesome as Sunday.
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A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court
by
Mark Twain