Aunt Polly asked him questions that were full of guile, and very deep—for she wanted to trap him into damaging revealments. Like many other simple-hearted souls, it was her pet vanity to believe she was endowed with a talent for dark and mysterious diplomacy, and she loved to contemplate her most transparent devices as marvels of low cunning.
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The Adventures of Tom Sawyer
by
Mark Twain
"Oh! I have a heart to be stabbed in or shot in, I have no doubt," said Estella, "and of course if it ceased to beat I should cease to be. But you know what I mean. I have no softness there, no—sympathy—sentiment—nonsense."
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Great Expectations
by
Charles Dickens
We may taste of every turn of chance—now rule as Kings, now serve as Slaves; now love, now hate; now prosper, and now perish. But still, through all, we are the same; for this is the marvel of Identity.
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Cleopatra
by
H. Rider Haggard
"He's a comical old fellow," said Scrooge's nephew, "that's the truth: and not so pleasant as he might be. However, his offences carry their own punishment, and I have nothing to say against him."
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A Christmas Carol
by
Charles Dickens
Nature, when planning this sterling fellow, shoved in a lot more lower jaw than was absolutely necessary and made the eyes a bit too keen and piercing for one who was neither an Empire builder nor a traffic policeman.
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Right Ho, Jeeves
by
P. G. Wodehouse
He was among men who cloaked their lives with religion in order to follow their real purposes unseen of men.
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Secret Worship
by
Algernon Blackwood
"They're very different types; about as different as a moonlight night and a spring morning."
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Blake's Burden
by
Harold Bindloss
Some of us rush through life, and some of us saunter through life. Mrs. Vesey SAT through life.
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The Woman in White
by
Wilkie Collins
No virtue could charm him, no vice shock him. He had about him a natural good manner, which seemed to qualify him for the highest circles, and yet he was never out of place in the lowest.
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Barchester Towers
by
Anthony Trollope
You might pass Eleanor Harding in the street without notice, but you could hardly pass an evening with her and not lose your heart.
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The Warden
by
Anthony Trollope