Kindred spirits alone do not change with the changing years.
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Isn't it queer that the things we writhe over at night are seldom wicked things? Just humiliating ones.
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Or she may find out what is at the end of the harbor road…that wandering, twisting road like a nice red snake, that leads, so Elizabeth thinks, to the end of the world. Perhaps the Island of Happiness is there.
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But there is always a November space after the leaves have fallen when she felt it was almost indecent to intrude on the woods…for their glory terrestrial had departed and their glory celestial of spirit and purity and whiteness had not yet come upon them.
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…and he wasn't reconciled to dying. Dora told him he was going to a better world. "Mebbe, mebbe," says poor Ben, "but I'm sorter used to the imperfections of this one.
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You are the only person who loves me in the world," said Elizabeth. "When you talk to me I smell violets.
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…there was something about her that made you feel it was safe to tell her secrets.
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I hate to lend a book I love…it never seems quite the same when it comes back to me…
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I hope you don't think I'm one of those terrible people who make you feel that you have to talk to them all the time.
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…hate's got to be a disease with me.
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