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"Henry was a man of learning; he had also studied mankind, and knew many of the intricacies of the human heart, from having felt the infirmities of his own. His taste was just, as it had a standard--- Nature, which he observed with a critical eye. Mary could not help thinking that in his company her mind expanded, as he always went below the surface. She increased her stock of ideas, and her taste was improved.
(pp. 73-4)",2013-03-23 19:44:04 UTC,"""Mary could not help thinking that in his company her mind expanded, as he always went below the surface. She increased her stock of ideas, and her taste was improved.""",2013-03-23 19:44:04 UTC,Chapter XII,"",,"","",Searching in HDIS,20043,7365
"He had called her his dear girl; the words might have fallen from him by accident; but they did not fall to the ground. My child! His child, what an association of ideas! If I had had a father, such a father!--She could not dwell on the thoughts, the wishes which obtruded themselves. Her mind was unhinged, and passion unperceived filled her whole soul. Lost, in waking dreams, she considered and reconsidered Henry's account of himself; till she actually thought she would tell Ann--a bitter recollection then roused her out of her reverie; and aloud she begged forgiveness of her.
(pp. 96-7)",2013-03-23 19:49:51 UTC,"""Her mind was unhinged, and passion unperceived filled her whole soul.""",2013-03-23 19:49:51 UTC,Chapter XVI,"",,"","",Searching in HDIS,20047,7365
"These occupations engrossed her mind; but there were hours when all her former woes would return and haunt her.--Whenever she did, or said, any thing she thought Henry would have approved of--she could not avoid thinking with anguish, of the rapture his approbation ever conveyed to her heart--a heart in which there was a void, that even benevolence and religion could not fill. The latter taught her to struggle for resignation; and the former rendered life supportable.
Her delicate state of health did not promise long life. In moments of solitary sadness, a gleam of joy would dart across her mind--She thought she was hastening to that world where there is neither marrying, nor giving in marriage.
(pp. 186-187)",2013-03-23 20:44:42 UTC,"""Whenever she did, or said, any thing she thought Henry would have approved of--she could not avoid thinking with anguish, of the rapture his approbation ever conveyed to her heart--a heart in which there was a void, that even benevolence and religion could not fill.""",2013-03-23 20:43:29 UTC,Chapter XXXI,"",,"",THE END,Searching in HDIS,20064,7365