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These personages, grouped about the toilet-table where the Countess sat under the hands of a Parisian hairdresser, were picturesquely relieved against the stucco panelling and narrow mirrors of the apartment, with its windows looking on a garden set with mossy statues. To Odo, however, the scene suggested the most tedious part of his day's routine. The compliments to be exchanged, the silly verses to be praised, the gewgaws from Paris to be..
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What more she said, or what de Crucis answered, he could never afterward recall. He had a confused sense of having cried out a last unavailing protest, faintly, inarticulately, like a man struggling to make himself heard in a dream; then the room grew dark about him, and in its stead he saw the old chapel at Donnaz, with its dimly-gleaming shrine, and heard the voice of the chaplain, harsh and yet strangely shaken:-- "My chief prayer for yo..
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bogatye bezdel'niki, deiatel'nyi narod, kotoryi, za neimeniem zaniatii, beskonechno kruzhil po svetu, gonimyi nevest' kakim zudom.
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Uvy, tol'ko zamuzhestvom po merkam etogo mira ona mogla dobit'sia nezavisimosti ot nego zhe. (O Siuzi Branch)
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Women ought to be free--as free as we are," he declared, making a discovery of which he was too irritated to measure the terrific consequences." --
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seemed like that moment of pause and arrest when the warm fluidity of youth is chilled into its final shape. He
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Yesterday her fancy had fluttered free pinions above a choice of occupations; now she had to drop to the level of the familiar routine, in which moments of seeming brilliancy and freedom alternated with long hours of subjection.
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Outside the gates the spectacle seemed tame in comparison; for the road bent toward Pontesordo, and Odo was familiar enough with the look of the bare fields, set here and there with oak-copses to which the leaves still clung. As the carriage skirted the marsh his mother raised the windows, exclaiming that they must not expose themselves to the pestilent air; and though Odo was not yet addicted to general reflections, he could not but wonder..
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The one thing that astonished him now was that he should have stood for five minutes arguing with her across the width of the room, when just touching her made everything so simple.
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Problema s priniatymi sgoriacha resheniiami v tom, chto na drugoe utro obychno sam ne znaesh', k chemu vsio eto...
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She sat silent, and the world lay like a sunlit valley at their feet.
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Only, I wonder - the thing one's so certain of in advance; can it ever make one's heart beat as wildly?
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Don't judge us too harshly--or not, at least, till you have taken the trouble to learn our point of view. You consider the individual--we think only of the family.
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But, my dear, it's just the fugitiveness of mortal caring that makes it so exquisite! It's because we know we can't hold fast to it, or to each other, or to anything...
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That was the way of the world they lived in. Nobody questioned, nobody wondered any more-because nobody had time to remember.
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For what were these ancient manipulators of ideas, prestidigitators of a vanished world of thought, but the forbears of the long line of theorists of whom Fulvia was the last inconscient mouthpiece? The new game was still played with the old counters, the new jugglers repeated the old tricks; and the very words now poured out in defence of the new cause were but mercenaries scarred in the service of its enemies. For generations, for centuri..
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The Fates seldom forget the bargains made with them, or fail to ask for compound interest.
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After that I suppose we shall have pretty nearly finished rubbing off each other's angles," he reflected; but the worst of it was that May's pressure was already bearing on the very angles whose sharpness he most wanted to keep."
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Well--watching the contortions of the damned is supposed to be a favourite sport of the angels; but I believe even they don't think people happier in hell.
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Newland never seems to look ahead," Mrs. Welland once ventured to complain to her daughter; and May answered serenely: "No; but you see it doesn't matter, because when there's nothing particular to do he reads a book."
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But his marital education had since made strides, and he now knew that a disregard for money may imply not the willingness to get on without it but merely a blind confidence that it will somehow be provided. If Undine, like the lilies of the field, took no care, it was not because her wants were as few but because she assumed that care would be taken for her by those whose privilege it was to enable her to unite floral insouciance with Sheb..
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Meanwhile the old Marquess, visibly moved, was charging Odo to respect his elders and superiors, while in the same breath warning him not to take up with the Frenchified notions of the court, but to remember that for a lad of his condition the chief virtues were a tight seat in the saddle, a quick hand on the sword and a slow tongue in counsel. "Mind your own business," he concluded, "and see that others mind theirs." The Marchioness thereu..
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Their types were familiar enough to Ralph, who had taken their measure in former wanderings, and come across their duplicates in every scene of continental idleness.
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'l tr~ 'n mHfZ@ lmr `l~ Hryth lfkry@, wHmy@ qdrth `l~ lbd` 'w lnqd lmstql ystHqn ltDHy@? lhdh lsbb hjrt lSHf@ w ltj't l~ '`ml rtyb@ kltdrys w '`ml lskrtry@. SHyH 'n fyh kdH wshq, lkn bh ystTy` lmr Swn Hryth lkhlqy@ 'w Htrm ldht. w`ndm ystm` lmr l~ lHwrt lshy'q@ ystTy` bd r'yh dwn khwf mn ltSryH bm yfkr bh, 'w ymknh 'n ynSt wyt'ml w yjyb fy dkhyl@ nfsh. ah m zjml lHwrt lmmt`@! l shy y`dlh. n hwd lbd` hw lhw lwHyd ldhy ystHq 'n ntnfsh.
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THE TOUCHSTONE
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During the interval between her divorce and her remarriage she had learned what things cost, but not how to do without them; and money still seemed to her like some mysterious and uncertain stream which occasionally vanished underground but was sure to bubble up again at one's feet.
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It was a kiss with a future in it: like a ring slipped upon her soul. And now, in the dreadful pause that followed--while Strefford fidgeted with his cigarette-case and rattled the spoon in his cup--Susy remembered what she had seen through the circle of Nick's kiss: that blue illimitable distance which was at once the landscape at their feet and the future in their souls.
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colonnade:
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Ah, no, he did not want May to have that kind of innocence, the innocence that seals the mind against imagination and the heart against experience...
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Don't they say," she asked, feeling her way as in a kind of tender apprehensiveness, "that the early Christians, instead of pulling down the heathen temples -- the temples of the unclean gods -- purified them by turning them to their own uses? I've always thought one might do that with one's actions -- the actions one loathes but can't undo. One can make, I mean, a wrong the door to other wrongs or an impassable wall against them...." Her v..
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What novels did you read when you were young, dear? I'm convinced it all turns on that.
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The sensation was part of the general strangeness that made him feel like a man waking from a long sleep to find himself in an unknown country among people of alien tongue. We live in our own souls as in an unmapped region, a few acres of which we have cleared for our habitation; while of the nature of those nearest us we know but the boundaries that march with ours. Of the points in his wife's character not in direct contact with his own, ..
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declivity.
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Chapter 1 Selden paused in surprise. In the afternoon rush of the Grand Central Station his eyes had been refreshed
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Mais, en attendant, c'etait deja merveilleux de s'asseoir dans le coin d'une salle silencieuse, avec des volumes empiles en face de lui, les mains plongees dans les cheveux, l'ame immergee dans un monde nouveau
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childish. Thereupon Filomena excused herself, that she might put a clean shirt on Jacopone, and Odo was left to his melancholy musings. His mind had of late run much on economic abuses; but what was any philandering with reform to this close contact with misery? It was as though white hungry faces had suddenly stared in at the windows of his brightly-lit life. What did these people care for education, enlightenment, the religion of humanity..
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Siuzi Branch po muzhski otnosilas' k dannomu slovu...
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Odo in fact owed his first acquaintance with the French writers to Alfieri, who, in the intervals of his wandering over Europe, now and then reappeared in Turin laden with the latest novelties in Transalpine literature and haberdashery. What his eccentric friend failed to provide, Odo had little difficulty in obtaining for himself; for though most of the new writers were on the Index, and the Sardinian censorship was notoriously severe, the..
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The invisible world of thought and conduct had been the frequent subject of his musings; but the other, tangible world was close to him too, spreading like a rich populous plain between himself and the distant heights of speculation. The old doubts, the old dissatisfactions, hung on the edge of consciousness; but he was too profoundly Italian not to linger awhile in that atmosphere of careless acquiescence that is so pleasant a medium for t..
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This conversation revealed to Odo a third conception of the religious idea. In Piedmont religion imposed itself as a military discipline, the enforced duty of the Christian citizen to the heavenly state; to the Duke it was a means of purchasing spiritual immunity from the consequences of bodily weakness; to the Bishop, it replaced the panem et circenses of ancient Rome. Where, in all this, was the share of those whom Christ had come to save..
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Every one in polite circles knew that, in America, "a gentleman couldn't go into politics." But,"
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But his thoughts were not all dark. Undine's moods still infected him, and when she was happy he felt an answering lightness. Even when her amusements were too primitive to be shared he could enjoy their reflection in her face. Only, as he looked back, he was struck by the evanescence, the lack of substance, in their moments of sympathy, and by the permanent marks left by each breach between them. Yet he still fancied that some day the bala..
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This conversation revealed to Odo a third conception of the religious idea. In Piedmont religion imposed itself as a military discipline, the enforced duty of the Christian citizen to the heavenly state; to the Duke it was a means of purchasing spiritual immunity from the consequences of bodily weakness; to the Bishop, it replaced the panem et circenses of ancient Rome. Where, in all this, was the share of those whom Christ had come to save..
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As with most thoughtful natures, Odo's first disillusionment was to come from discovering not what his God condemned, but what He condoned. Between Cantapresto's coarse philosophy of pleasure and the refined complaisances of his new confessor he felt the distinction to be one rather of taste than of principle; and it seemed to him that the religion of the aristocracy might not unfairly be summed up in the ex-soprano's cynical aphorism: "As ..
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