He is one of those people to whom you must allow moods,--when their sun shines, dance,--and when their vapors rise, sit in the the shadow.
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The Amber Gods
by
Harriet Prescott Spofford
"It's the people who try to be clever who never are; the people who are clever never think of trying to be."
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The Battle Of The Strong
by
Gilbert Parker
Standing on the rug between us, with his slight, tall figure, his sharp features, thoughtful face, and curling hair prematurely tinged with gray, he seemed to represent that not to common type, a nobleman who is in truth noble.
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The Naval Treaty
by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Being a man of very few ideas, he cherished those he had with an exaggerated care.
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Northern Lights
by
Gilbert Parker
There is something indefinably keen and wan about her anatomy, and she has a watchful way of looking out of the corners of her eyes without turning her head which could be pleasantly dispensed with, especially when she is in an ill humour and near knives. Through all the good taste of her dress and little adornments, these objections so express themselves that she seems to go about like a very neat she-wolf imperfectly tamed.
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Bleak House
by
Charles Dickens
"Something of his birth place seemed to cling to the man, and I never looked at his pale, keen face or the poise of his head without associating him with gray archways and mullioned windows and all the venerable wreckage of a feudal keep."
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The Musgrave Ritual
by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
His heart was like a sensitive plant, that opens for a moment in the sunshine, but curls up and shrinks into itself at the slightest touch of the finger, or the lightest breath of wind.
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The Tenant of Wildfell Hall
by
Anne Bronte
She was trusted and valued by her father, loved and courted by all dogs, cats, children, and poor people, and slighted and neglected by everybody else.
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The Tenant of Wildfell Hall
by
Anne Bronte
If her eyes had no expression, it was probably because they had nothing to express. If she had few wrinkles, it was because her mind had never traced its name or any other inscription on her face.
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Little Dorrit
by
Charles Dickens
He had a certain air of being a handsome man--which he was not; and a certain air of being a well-bred man--which he was not. It was mere swagger and challenge; but in this particular, as in many others, blustering assertion goes for proof, half over the world.
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Little Dorrit
by
Charles Dickens