And thus they form a perfect group; he walks back two or three paces, selects his point of sight, and begins to sketch a hurried outline. He has finished it before they move; he hears their voices, though he cannot hear their words, and wonders what they can be talking of. Presently he walks on, and joins them.' You have a corpse there, my friends?' he says. 'Yes; a corpse washed ashore an hour ago.'' Drowned?' 'Yes, drowned; - a young girl, very handsome.' 'Suicides are always handsome, ' he says; and then he stands for a little while idly smoking and meditating, looking at the sharp outline of the corpse and the stiff folds of the rough canvas covering. Life is such a golden holiday to him young, ambitious, clever - that it seems as though sorrow and death could have no part in his destiny. ("The Cold Embrace") . Mary Elizabeth Braddon
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  1. Do you think I will suffer myself to be baffled?

  2. .. . and he knew that our dreams are none the less terrible to lose, because they have never been the realities for which we have mistaken them.

  3. Surely a pretty woman never looks prettier than when making tea.

  4. The Eastern potentate who declared that women were at the bottom of all mischief, should have gone a little further and seen why it is so. It is because women are never lazy. They don’t know what it is to be quiet. They are Semiramides,...

  5. .. . when the horror of his grief was new to him, and every object in life, however trifling or however important, seem saturated with his one great sorrow.

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