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“ Charlotte knelt and opened her heart to God the Father (…) without having any clear idea of what the nature of such a being might be and indeed with a feeling, which had grown stronger rather than weaker since those childhood days, that it was beyond her capacity even to speculate on such a matter; this uncertainty did not seem to make it any harder for her to pray. She exposed her sorrow, and her hope(…)”

“(…) Pushing all the same a thin probe of reason into that consciousness he found only affirmation. It was so. If it was music, it was a tune he knew. Crouched in the heavy darkness, his head on his knees, he was wrapped in sublime astonishment, feeling himself held in the hand of God.”

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aaaaaaa so beautiful

“These people would bend to listen for him, their voices would encourage him, the strength in their arms and shoulders would heave him out. That was what he would do for them, if he could.”

Collingwood will be missed

“Herbert Tranmer rose from his desk to greet them with his customary warmth, tempered as it often was by a lingering air of preoccupation, as if he had been considering matters of high import but was content to put them momentarily aside in the interests of friendship.”

what good writing

‘(…) we will walk in an orderly manner down the hill and stand near the band. We shall have a perfectly good view of the whole thing from there.’
'I may not cheer, I suppose? Or jump up and down and throw my hat in the air?'
Stephen laughed. ‘You may raise your right hand, with your hat held in it, and shout, "Huzzah!" Once.’
‘What a man of stone you are. Where's the fun in one cheer?’

“Peter was quiet on the drive, looking around at the scenery with evident pleasure. Stephen now knew him well enough to understand that his silence was a compliment. The extreme vivacity which made him such an amusing companion was an expression of his active mind but it was sometimes exaggerated; it was not exactly forced, but he once said to Stephen, I have to sing for my supper! (…)”

“The threat to our City now is the threat of tourism, which by turning it into a toy deprives it of its dignity. It will soon be nothing but shopping-galleries and traffic restrictions.”