Felix Holt, the Radical ...

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Estes and Lauriat, 1893

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Page 181 - ... good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter!
Page 71 - And it came to pass, when she pressed him daily with her words, and urged him, so that his soul was vexed unto death; that he told her all his heart...
Page 100 - Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore Alone upon the threshold of my door Of individual life, I shall command The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand Serenely in the sunshine as before, Without the sense of that which I forbore — Thy touch upon the palm.
Page 100 - What I do And what I dream include thee, as the wine Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue God for myself, He hears that name of thine, And sees within my eyes the tears of two.
Page 189 - It may n't be good luck to be a woman," she said. " But one begins with it from a baby ; one gets used to it. And I should n't like to be a man, — to cough so loud, and stand straddling about on a wet day, and be so wasteful with meat and drink. They 're a coarse lot, I think.
Page 231 - Yet none could better know than I, How much of act at human hands The sense of human will demands By which we dare to live or die. Whatever way my days decline, I felt and feel, tho...
Page 193 - She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; She is a woman, therefore to be won.
Page 272 - The only failure a man ought to fear is failure in cleaving to the purpose he sees to be best. As to just the amount of result he may see from his particular work — that's a tremendous uncertainty: the universe has not been arranged for the gratification of his feelings. As long as a man sees and believes in some great good, he 11 prefer working towards that in the way he 's best fit for, come what may.
Page 321 - Esther found it difficult to speak. The dimly suggested tragedy of this woman's life, the dreary waste of years empty of sweet trust and affection, afflicted her even to horror. It seemed to have come as a last vision to urge her towards the life where the draughts of joy sprang from the unchanging fountains of reverence and devout love.
Page 239 - And his face did look very pleasant; she could not help liking him, although he was certainly too particular about sauces, gravies, and wines, and had a way of virtually measuring the value of everything by the contribution it made to his own pleasure. His very good-nature was unsympathetic: it never came from any thorough understanding or deep respect for what was in the mind of the person he obliged or indulged...

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