..a watch-chain that danced madly and threw around scintillations of sky-light...
A little chill overspread him at her first unrobing.
Drinking was the regular, stereotyped resource of the despairing worthless.
Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed.
Teach me to die...
...she had altogether the air of a woman clipped and pruned by severe discipline...
...for no average man--no man short of a sensual savage--will molest a woman by day or night, at home or abroad, unless she invites him.
"What is the use of thinking of laws and ordinances, "she burst out, "if they make you miserable when you knew you are committing no sin?"
"It is as culpable to bind yourself to love always as to believe a creed always, and as silly as to vow always to like a particular food or drink!"
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