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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.