Ah! I am a bad man, Lady Glyde, am I not? I say what other people only think, and when all the rest of the world is in a conspiracy to accept the mask for the true face, mine is the rash hand that tears off the plump pasteboard and shows the bare bones beneath.
("The Woman in White")
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Over and over again in my past experience among my perishing fellow-creatures, the members of the notoriously infidel profession of Medicine had stepped between me and my mission of mercyon the miserable pretence that the patient wanted quiet, and that the disturbing influence of all others which they most dreaded, was the influence of Miss Clack and her Books.
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Where is the woman who has ever really torn from her heart the image that has been once fixed in it by a true love? Books tell us that such unearthly creatures have existed - but what does our own experiences say in answer to books?
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Sir John had his share150perhaps rather a large share150of the more harmless and amiable of the weaknesses incidental to humanity. Among these, I may mention as applicable to the matter in hand, an invincible reluctance150so long as he enjoyed his usual good health150to face the responsibility of making his will.
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I am an average good Christian, when you don't push my Christianity too far. And all the rest of you150which is a great comfort150are, in this respect, much the same as I am.
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Some of us rush through life, and some of us saunter through life. Mrs. Vesey SAT through life.
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