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Mrs. Waddington had risen from her chair like a storm cloud
brooding over a countryside.

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The unfortunate young man was looking licked to a splinter.

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Sentimentality was abroad: and gradually, without his being aware of it,
its seeds began to plant themselves in the stony and unpromising soil
of Hamilton Beamish's bosom.

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'Marriage is not a process for prolonging the life of love, sir.
It merely mummifies its corpse.'

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The instinct of self-preservation not only sharpens the wits,
but at the same time dulls the moral sensibility.

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Deaf persons had always irritated her, for like so many women
of an impatient and masterful turn of mind, she was of the opinion
that they could hear perfectly well if they took the trouble.

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