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"'You don't realize what fine fighting material there is in age. It's young people who turn up their toes and die because they're not interested enough to live. You show me any one who's lived to over seventy and you show me a fighter- some one who's got the will to live.'"
— Sep 28, 2026 02:57PM
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Cora W.
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"'He's the kind that fair bullies you into living whether you want to or not.'"
— Sep 28, 2026 02:57PM
Cora W.
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"- she and old Dr. Grainger were allies of long standing. He bullied and she defied- they always got a good deal of pleasure out of each other's company!"
— Sep 28, 2026 02:56PM
Cora W.
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"But her sensible, shrewd, Victorian mind would not admit that for a moment. There was no foolish optimism about the Victorians. They could believe the worst with the utmost ease.
Emily Arundell believed the worst."
— Sep 28, 2026 02:56PM
Emily Arundell believed the worst."
Cora W.
is on page 16 of 243
"'Hmph,' said Emily Arundell. 'All here for what they can get.'
'Oh, dear Miss Arundell-'
'My good Minnie, I'm not a fool, whatever else I am! I just wonder which of them will open the subject first.'"
— Sep 04, 2026 01:04PM
'Oh, dear Miss Arundell-'
'My good Minnie, I'm not a fool, whatever else I am! I just wonder which of them will open the subject first.'"
Cora W.
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"'Oh, she's crazy about him!' said Charles with confidence. 'Odd taste, but there it is. I think it must be the way he looks at her, as though she were a scientific specimen and not a live woman. That's rather a novelty for Theresa. Pity the fellow's so poor. Theresa's got expensive tastes.'"
— Aug 25, 2026 11:19PM
Cora W.
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"It was poor Bella's fate in life to be passionately fond of clothes without having any clothes sense."
— Aug 25, 2026 11:19PM
Cora W.
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"Bob and Spot, the butcher's dog, circled slowly round each other, hackles raised, growling gently. Spot was a stout dog of nondescript breed. He knew that he must not fight with customer's dogs, but he permitted himself to tell them, by subtle indication, just exactly what mincemeat he would make of them were he free to do so.
Bob, a dog of spirit, replied in kind."
— Aug 25, 2026 11:18PM
Bob, a dog of spirit, replied in kind."

