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Miss Jenkyns Wore A Cravat, And A Little Bonnet Like A Jockey-cap, And Altogether Had The Appearance Of A Strong-minded Woman; Although She Would Have Despised The Modern Idea Of Women Being Equal To Men. Equal, Indeed! She Knew They Were Superior.

She Would Fain Have Caught At The Skirts Of That Departing Time, And Prayed It To Return, And Give Her Back What She Had Too Little Valued While It Was Yet In Her Possession. What A Vain Show Life Seemed! How Unsubstantial, And Flickering, And Flitting! It Was As If From Some Aerial Belfry, High Up Above The Stir And Jar Of The Earth, There Was A Bell Continually Tolling, ‘all Are Shadows!—all Are Passing!—all Is Past!

It Is Bad To Believe You In Error. It Would Be Infinitely Worse To Have Known You A Hypocrite.

She Stood By The Tea-table In A Light-coloured Muslin Gown, Which Had A Good Deal Of Pink About It. She Looked As If She Was Not Attending To The Conversation, But Solely Busy With The Tea-cups, Among Which Her Round Ivory Hands Moved With Pretty, Noiseless, Daintiness.

I Don't Believe There's A Man In Milton Who Knows How To Sit Still; And It Is A Great Art.