Date: 1860
"'Ay, sir, you say true,' returned Bob, nodding his head aside, 'I think my head's all alive inside like an old cheese, for I'm so full o' plans, one knocks another over."
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Date: 1860
"What you call self-conquest -- blinding and deafening yourself to all but one train of impressions, is only the culture of monomania in a nature like yours."
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Date: 1860
"And your mind is a sort of world to me - You can tell me all I want to know."
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Date: 1860
"It was one of those dangerous moments when speech is at once sincere and deceptive - when feeling, rising high above its average depth, leaves flood-marks which are never reached again."
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Date: 1860
"Maggie went up to her own room to pour out all that indignant remonstrance, against which Tom's mind was close barred, in bitter tears."
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Date: 1860
"If she had felt that she was entirely wrong and that Tom had been entirely right, she could sooner have recovered more inward harmony, but now her penitence and submission were constantly obstructed by resentment that would present itself to her no otherwise than as just.'"
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Date: 1860
"But his father was silent: the flood of emotion hemmed in all power of speech."
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Date: 1860
"Mr Tulliver threw himself back in his chair - his mind, which had so long been the home of nothing but bitter discontent and foreboding suddenly filled, by the magic of joy, with visions of good fortune."
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Date: 1860
"She felt no jealousy this evening that for the first time, she seemed to be thrown into the background in her father's mind."
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Date: 1860
"At last there was total stiilness, and poor Tulliver's dimly-lighted soul had for ever ceased to be vexed with the painful riddle of this world."
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