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if a wife's nature loathes that of the man she is wedded to, marriage must be slavery. Against slavery all right thinkers revolt, and though torture be the price of resistance, torture must be dared: though the only road to freedom lie through the gates of death, those gates must be passed; for freedom is indispensable.

Talk French to me she would, and many a punishment she has had for her wilfulness. I fear the choice of chastisement must have been injudicious, for instead of correcting the fault, it seemed to encourage its renewal.

she was a curious mixture of tractability and firmness

you've only seen the title-page of my happiness; you don't know the tale that follows; you cannot conceive the interest and sweet variety and thrilling excitement of the narrative.

republican, lord-hater as he was, Hunsden was as proud of his old -shire blood, of his descent and family standing, respectable and respected through long generations back, as any peer in the realm of his Norman race and Conquest-dated title. Hunsden would as little have thought of taking a wife from a caste inferior to his own, as a Stanley would think of mating with a Cobden.

That is my little wild strawberry, Hunsden, whose sweetness made me careless of your hothouse grapes.

people who are only in each other's company for amusement, never really like each other so well, or esteem each other so highly, as those who work together, and perhaps suffer together.

Think of my marrying you to be kept by you, ... I could not do it; and how dull my days would be! You would be away teaching in close, noisy school-rooms, from morning till evening, and I should be lingering at home, unemployed and solitary; I should get depressed and sullen, and you would soon tire of me. ... I like a contemplative life, but I like an active life better;

There is something flattering to man's strength, something consonant to his honourable pride, in the idea of becoming the providence of what he loves - feeding and clothing it, as God does the lilies of the field.

"Frances, how much regard have you for me?"

"Mon maitre, j'en ai beaucoup," was the truthful rejoinder.
[My master, I have many (much?)]

"Frances, have you enough to give yourself to me as my wife - to accept me as your husband? .. Will my pupil consent to pass her life with me?"

"Master, I consent to pass my life with you."

It was yet five o'clock; neither I nor the day were wide awake

A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow

you were born with a wooden spoon in your mouth, depend on it

I believe you; and I mean to make my wooden spoon do the work of some people's silver ladles: grasped firmly, and handled nimbly, even a wooden spoon will shovel up broth.

he relinquished a temporary and contingent good to avoid a permanent and certain evil he did well. Let him reflect now, and when your blinding dust and deafening hum subside, he will discover a path.

the English surpass in folly all the nations on God's earth, and are more abject slaves to custom, to opinion, to the desire to keep up a certain appearance, than the Italians are to priestcraft, the French to vain-glory, the Russians to their Czar, or the Germans to black beer.

Hope smiles on Effort!

she made the tea, as foreigners do make tea - i.e., at the rate of a teaspoonful to half-adozen cups;

Novelists should never allow themselves to weary of the study of real life. ... if we rarely taste the fulness of joy in this life, we yet more rarely savour the acrid bitterness of hopeless anguish;

I care nothing for the poverty of her purse so long as her heart overflows with affluence.

every now and then, monsieur, I just put my toe out - so - and give the rebellious circumstance a little secret push, without noise, which sends it the way I wish, and I am successful after all, and nobody has seen my expedient.

... this way you have ousted Mdlle. Henri? You wanted her office, therefore you rendered it intolerable to her?

"Monsieur fears to sit by me?" she inquired playfully.

"I have no wish to usurp Pelet's place," I answered, for I had got the habit of speaking to her bluntly - a habit begun in anger, but continued because I saw that, instead of offending, it fascinated her.

(I wish I might write all she said to me in French - it loses sadly by being translated into English.)

I thought indeed some chance word might be dropped which would afford me the information I wished to obtain, without my running the risk of exciting silly smiles and gossiping whispers by demanding it.

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William levantando envidias por elegir al mujeron de Francés, tu muy bien mi estimado 🤝🏻