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'She has only one fault.'
'What's that?'
'Too many ideas.'

'You're capable of anything, you and Osmond... together you're dangerous - like some chemical combination.'

'But my dreams were so great - so preposterous. Heaven forgive me, I'm dreaming now!'

'Isabel's changing every day... She's not the bright American girl she was. She's taking different views, a different colour, and turning away from her old ideals.'

'Henrietta, however, does smell of the Future - it almost knocks one down!'

'What have you really made of your life?' he said in a low, quick tone.

'Oh, Gilbert, for a man who was so fine - !' she exclaimed in a long murmur.

There was some in his friendship that appeared a kind of resource in case of indefinite need; it was like having a large balance at the bank.

It was the house of darkness, the house of dumbness, the house of suffocation.