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Then I respect her talent; the idea of marrying a doll or a fool was always abhorrent to me: I know that a pretty doll, a fair fool, might do well enough for the honeymoon; but when passion cooled, how dreadful to find a lump of wax and wood laid in my bosom, a half idiot clasped in my arms,

I know she is not what the world calls pretty—no matter, there is harmony in her aspect, and I like it; her brown hair, her blue eye, the freshness of her cheek, the whiteness of her neck, all suit my taste.

though not brave singly, they were relentless acting en masse

I am not a professor.

Oh, professor, here in Belgium, means a teacher, that is all.

I'd recommend you to travel.

What! without money?

You must travel in search of money, man. You may get to Brussels, for instance, for five or six pounds, if you know how to manage with economy.

Necessity would teach me if I didn't.

They have disowned me, so talk no more about it.

Do you regret it, William?

No.

Why not, lad?

Because they are not people with whom I could ever have had any sympathy.

I say you are one of them.

That merely proves that you know nothing at all about it. I am my mother's son, but not my uncles' nephew.

I had got away from Bigben Close w/out a breach of resolution; without injury to my self-respect. I had forced circumstances; circumstances had freed me. Life was again open to me; no longer was its horizon limited by the high black wall surrounding Crimsworth's mill.

If ever I hear of your setting foot on an inch of ground belonging to me, I'll hire a man to cane you.

It is not likely you'll have the chance; once off your premises, what temptation can I have to return to them? I leave a prison, I leave a tyrant; I leave what is worse than the worst that can lie before me, so no fear of my coming back.

Men like Crimsworth, if firmly and calmly resisted, always abate something of their exorbitant insolence; he had no mind to be brought before a magistrate

What have you been saying all over X - about me? answer me that!

You? I have neither inclination nor temptation to talk about you.

greasehorn (This last time is, I believe, purely -shire, and alludes to the horn of black, rancid whale-oil, usually to be seen suspended to cart-wheels, and employed for greasing the same.)

The first part of Hunsden's speech moved me not at all ... the concluding sentence, however, not only moved, but shook me; the blow it gave me was a severe one, because Truth wielded the weapon.

I remember many called me miser at the time, and I used to couple the reproach with this consolation - better to be misunderstood now than repulsed hereafter.

A William se le notó la falta de afecto femenino, apenas se preocuparon por él y él ya estaba planeando la boda, buscando nombres para los bebés JSJSJSJAJS 🫵🏻😹
Lo peor es que solo le dijeron, cuídese y sana sana volita de rana PUAJSJDJAJSJWJWJWJ

it would be folly to let one’s temper effervesce often with such a man as Edward.

the mill was before us, vomiting soot from its long chimney, and quivering through its thick brick walls with the commotion of its iron bowels.

Broma pesada a mi misma: le versión del libro que compre tiene partes en francés sin traducir 🧍🏻‍♀️