She made up her mind to tell them to play loud--there was a lot of music in a cornet, if the man would only put his soul into it.
She made up her mind to tell them to play loud--there was a lot of music in a cornet, if the man would only put his soul into it.
When a man with the constitution of Montague Dartie has exercised self control for months from religious motives, and remains unrewarded, he does not curse God and die, he curses God and lives, to the distress of his family.
It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what.
He would be setting up as a man of property next, with a place in the country.
Beneath all manner of kindness and consideration for each other--for their good taste, at all events, had never given way--this tragedy of a woman, who wanted to be loved, slowly killing the power of loving her in the man, had gone on year after year.
. . . May night had fallen soft and warm, enwrapping with its grape-bloom colour and its scents the billion caprices, intrigues, passions, longings, and regrets of men and women.
A man is the sum of his actions, of what he has done, of what he can do, Nothing else.
. . . as he had often forcibly argued, all experience tended to show that a man must die and whether he died of a miserable old age in his own country, or prematurely of damp in the bottom of a foreign mine, was surely of little consequence, provided that by a change in his mode of life he benefited the British Empire.
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