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“Are you really left-handed?” Mr. Marshall asked. “No. I’ve just been pretending to use my left hand my entire life because I enjoy never being able to work scissors properly.
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The vicar gave him permission and he kissed her - not hard, for lust, nor long, for love, but a light brush of his lips for the brief space of time that she would stay in his life.
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Miss Fairfield had a gift for taking a beautiful concept and then marring it beyond all recognition.
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Oh, yes. In my future, a man will control all my possessions if I marry him, I shan’t be allowed to vote, and I won’t be given the opportunity to earn a living by any means except on my back - but by all means, the most dire threat I face is freckles.
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When someone falls,” Mark said, “you don’t throw her back down in the dirt. You offer her a hand up. It’s the Christian thing to do.
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One could push a pack of truths together to make one despicable falsehood.
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"I’ve escaped from the dreadful clutches of a nap,” she announced to the road.
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Maybe that’s what I have been looking for. When storms and rockslides threaten, I am looking for someone who will hold on to me and not let go.
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It was like coming home to a place that he held dear and finding that the wood had burnt to the ground and the house was in ruins.
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"Work your way on to number twelve,” she snapped. “Number eleven wants nothing more to do with you.
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I had to outrun the person you all believed me to be.
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Men touch their horses to calm them,” she said distantly. “They caress their falcons to remind them that they are bound. Touch smacks of ownership, and I am weary of being a possession.
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The question wasn’t when things had changed. It was this: When had he decided to simply accept society’s rules, to play the game precisely as it had been laid out by those who already had power?
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His Grace explained his choice of bride as follows: “Why would I take a conventional wife, when I could have an extraordinary one?
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This is why people are so hard to understand. I cannot even estimate their gravitational pull.
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I’ve a goodly share of faults. I rush in, where I should tread carefully. I speak, where I should listen. But when I hear them sing, I don’t just hear a hymn. They’re singing to God because they haven’t found anyone else who will listen.
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He held her for a minute, then two, then three, simply holding her and committing to memory what he could not have in life.
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Oh, thank God. It wasn’t the penis talk.
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“Do Chinese dragons even eat people?” “She lives in the Bay Area,” I say severely. “She eats a Westernized diet.
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All soldiers dreamed of armistice, after all.
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It reminded him of the cacophony of an orchestra as it tuned its instruments: dissonance, suddenly resolving into harmony. It was the rumble, not of thunder, but its low, rolling precursor, trembling on the horizon.
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His uncle had provided Adrian with some incredibly valuable lessons in how English society functioned. One of those lessons was that being married to the wrong person was worse than being dead.
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Is it a thorny question of ethics? Or is it the sort of ethical question where the right choice is easy, but the unethical answer is too tempting?
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It turns out, Newton is correct: Objects at rest tend to remain at rest, and twelve-year-old-boys are even more resistant to motion than regular matter.