Her pupils were at once her salvation and her despair. They gave her the means of supporting life, but they made life hardly worth supporting.
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The Man Upstairs by P. G. Wodehouse
It is a good rule in life never to apologize. The right sort of people do not want apologies, and the wrong sort take a mean advantage of them.
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The Man Upstairs by P. G. Wodehouse
Three quiet days. This hell fiend is like a cat with a mouse. She lets me loose only to pounce upon me again. I am never so frightened as when every thing is still.
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The Parasite by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
It is the sweetest spring within the memory of man. So green, so mild, so beautiful! Ah, what a contrast between nature without and my own soul so torn with doubt and terror!
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The Parasite by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
His sanguine spirit turns every firefly into a star.
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The Parasite by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
She can project herself into my body and take command of it. She has a parasite soul; yes, she is a parasite, a monstrous parasite. She creeps into my frame as the hermit crab does into the whelk's shell. I am powerless. What can I do? I am dealing with forces of which I know nothing.
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The Parasite by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
"Well," said she, after a pause, "if you despise my love, I must see what can be done with fear. You smile, but the day will come when you will come screaming to me for pardon."
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The Parasite by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
"Accounts are not quite settled between us," said she, with a passion that equaled my own. "I can love, and I can hate. You had your choice. You chose to spurn the first; now you must test the other."
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The Parasite by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
"Scotland Yard still insists that the man in the grey ulster who left for Paris by the midnight train on the ninth of November was poor Basil, and the French police declare that Basil never arrived in Paris at all. I suppose in about a fortnight we shall be told that he has been seen in San Francisco. It is an odd thing, but every one who disappears is said to be seen at San Francisco. It must be a delightful city, and possess all the attractions of the next world."
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The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
"Here is the first passionate love-letter I have ever written in my life. Strange, that my first passionate love-letter should have been addressed to a dead girl. Can they feel, I wonder, those white silent people we call the dead?"
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The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
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