work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
7396,"",Reading,2013-05-29 19:21:15 UTC,"racious heaven! when I think on the miseries that must rend the heart of a doating parent, when he sees the darling of his age at first seduced from his protection, and afterwards abandoned, by the very wretch whose promises of love decoyed her from the paternal roof--when he sees her poor and wretched, her bosom tom between remorse for her crime and love for her vile betrayer--when fancy paints to me the good old man stooping to raise the weeping penitent, while every tear from her eye is numbered by drops from his bleeding heart, my bosom glows with honest indignation, and I wish for power to extirpate those monsters of seduction from the earth.
(I.vi, p. 25 in Penguin)",,20227,"","""When fancy paints to me the good old man stooping to raise the weeping penitent, while every tear from her eye is numbered by drops from his bleeding heart, my bosom glows with honest indignation, and I wish for power to extirpate those monsters of seduction from the earth.""","",2013-05-29 19:21:15 UTC,Chapter VI. An Intriguing Teacher
7396,"",Reading,2013-05-29 19:27:05 UTC,"""What a pity!"" said Mrs. Beauchamp softly, (casting a most compassionate glance at her.) ""But surely her mind is not depraved. The goodness of her heart is depicted in her ingenuous countenance.""
(I. xvii, p. 130; p. 66)
",,20231,"","""The goodness of her heart is depicted in her ingenuous countenance.""","",2013-05-29 19:27:05 UTC,Chapter XVII. A Wedding
7396,"",Reading,2013-05-29 19:41:45 UTC,"Though I have taken up my pen to address you, my poor injured girl, I feel I am inadequate to the task; yet, however painful the endeavour, I could not resolve upon leaving you for ever without one kind line to bid you adieu, to tell you how my heart bleeds at the remembrance of what you was, before you saw the hated Montraville. Even now imagination paints the scene, when, torn by contending passions, when, struggling between love and duty, you fainted in my arms, and I lifted you into the chaise: I see the agony of your mind, when, recovering, you found yourself on the road to Portsmouth: but how, my gentle girl, how could you, when so justly impressed with the value of virtue, how could you, when loving as I thought you loved me, yield to the solicitations of Belcour?
(II.xxvi, pp. 66-7; pp. 100-1 in Penguin edition)",,20240,"","""Even now imagination paints the scene, when, torn by contending passions, when, struggling between love and duty, you fainted in my arms, and I lifted you into the chaise.""","",2013-05-29 19:41:45 UTC,Chapter XXVI. What Might Be Expected