...which among you does not know and suffer under such benevolent despots? It is in vain you say to them$$$ 'Dear madam$$$ I took Podgers' specific at your orders last year$$$ and believe in it. Why$$$ why$$$ am I to recant and accept the Rodger's articles now?' There is no help for it; the faithful proselytizer$$$ if she cannot convice by argument$$$ bursts into tears$$$ and the recusant finds himself$$$ at the end of the contest$$$ taking down the bolus$$$ and saying$$$ 'Well$$$ well$$$ Rodger's be it.

He began to feel that she was very lonely indeed. If he'd been here$$$ she said$$$ those cowards would never have dared to insult me. She thought about him with great sadness and perhaps longing--about his honest$$$ stupid$$$ constant kindness and fidelity; his never-ceasing obedience; his good humour; his bravery and courage. Very likely she cried$$$ for she was particularly lively$$$ and had put on a little extra rouge$$$ when she came down to dinner.

It is not that speech of yesterday$$$ he continued$$$ which moves you. That is but the pretext$$$ Amelia$$$ or I have loved you and watched you for fifteen years in vain. Have I not learned in that time to read all your feelings and look into your thoughts? I know what your heart is capable of: it can cling faithfully to a recollection and cherish a fancy$$$ but it can't feel such an attachment as mine deserves to mate with$$$ and such as I would have won from a woman more generous than you. No$$$ you are not worthy of the love which I have devoted to you.

If she did not wish to lead a virtuous life$$$ at least she desired to enjoy a character for virtue$$$ and we know that no lady in the genteel world can possess this desideratum$$$ until she has put on a train and feathers and has been presented to her Sovereign at Court. From that august interview they come out stamped as honest women. The Lord Chamberlain gives them a certificate of virtue.

If he had but a little more brains$$$ she thought to herself$$$ I might make something of him; but she never let him perceive the opinion she had of him; listened with indefatigable complacency to his stories of the stable and the mess; laughed at all his jokes...When he came home$$$ she was alert and happy; when he went out she pressed him to go; when he stayed at home$$$ she played and sang for him$$$ made him good drinks$$$ superintended his dinner$$$ warmed his slippers$$$ and steeped his soul in comfort. The best of women {I have heard my grandmother say) are hypocrites.

Pendennis$$$ sir$$$ he said$$$ "your idleness is incorrigible and your stupidity beyond example. You are a disgrace to your school$$$ and to your family$$$ and I have no doubt will prove so in after-life to your country. If that vice$$$ sir$$$ which is described to us as the root of all evil$$$ be really what moralists have represented (and I have no doubt of the correctness of their opinion)$$$ for what a prodigious quantity of future crime and wickedness are you$$$ unhappy boy$$$ laying the seed! Miserable trifler!

Vanity Fair is a very vain$$$ wicked$$$ foolish place$$$ full of all sorts of humbugs and falsenesses and pretensions.

If you only knew the magnificence of the 3$$$ 6 and 9$$$ then you would have the key to the universe.

Of all things$$$ I liked books best.

Union is as if in a room there were two large windows through which the light streamed in it enters in diffrent places but it all becomes one.