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Where women love each other, men learn to smother their mutual dislike.

Will never enjoyed the prospect of a storm so much: it delivered him from the necessity of going away

He had chosen this fragile creature, and had taken the burthen of her life upon his arms. He must walk as he could, carrying that burthen pitifully.

and then for a minute the two women clasped each other as if they had been in a shipwreck

"Oh, I did love him!"

OMG thank you, Dorothea!

"You don't believe that Mr. Lydgate is guilty of anything base? I will not believe it. Let us find out the truth and clear him!"

Our deeds still travel with us from afar, And what we have been makes us what we are."

And yet, so heavily did the world weigh on her in spite of her independent energy, that with this idea of Will as in need of such help and at a disadvantage with the world, there came always the vision of that unfittingness of any closer relation between them which lay in the opinion of every one connected with her

who was making efforts at retrieval when time had rendered them vain

That was the bare fact which Bulstrode was now forced to see in the rigid outline with which acts present themselves onlookers. But for himself at that distant time, and even now in burning memory, the fact was broken into little sequences, each justified as it came by reasonings which seemed to prove it righteous.