Middlemarch

‰ЫП(Every nerve and muscle in Rosamond was adjusted to the consciousness that she was being looked at. She was by nature an actress of parts that entered into her physique: she even acted her own character, and so well, that she did not know it precisely to be her own.)‰Ыќ

‰ЫПYoung folks may get fond of each other before they know what life is, and they may think it all a holiday if they can only get together; but it soon turns into working day, my dear. However, you have more sense than most ‰Ы_.‰Ыќ

‰ЫПMary was fond of her own thoughts, and could amuse herself well sitting in twilight with her hands in her lap; for, having early had strong reason to believe that things were not likely to be arranged for her peculiar satisfaction, she wasted no time in astonishment and annoyance at that fact. And she had already come to take life very much as a comedy in which she had a proud, nay, a generous resolution not to act the mean or trecacherous part.‰Ыќ

‰ЫПThe cubic feet of oxygen yearly swallowed by a full-grown man‰ЫУwhat a shudder they might have created in some Middlemarch circles! ‰ЫчOxygen! nobody knows what that may be‰ЫУis it any wonder the cholera has got to Dantzic? And yet there are people who say quarantine is no good!‰ЫЄ‰Ыќ

‰ЫПShe did not know then that it was Love who had come to her briefly as in a dream before awaking, with the hues of morning on his wings‰ЫУthat it was Love to whom she was sobbing her farewell as his image was banished by the blameless rigour of irresistible day. She only felt that there was something irrevocably amiss and lost in her lot, and her thoughts about the future were the more readily shapen into resolve.‰Ыќ