Newcomes._

He had placed himself at her feet so long that the poor little
woman had been accustomed to trample upon him. She didn't wish to
marry him, but she wished to keep him. She wished to give him
nothing, but that he should give her all. It is a bargain not
unfrequently levied in love.--_Vanity Fair._

Every woman would rather be beautiful, than be anything else in the
world,--ever so rich, or ever so good, or have all the gifts of the
fairies.--_The Virginians._

If a man is in grief, who cheers him; in trouble, who consoles
him; in wrath, who soothes him; in joy, who makes him doubly happy;
in prosperity, who rejoices; in disgrace, who backs him against the
world, and dresses with gentle unguents and warm poultices the
rankling wounds made by the stings and arrows of outrageous
Fortune? Who but woman, if you please? You who are ill and sore
from the buffets of Fate, have you one or two of these sweet
physicians? Return thanks to the gods that they have left you so
much of consolation. What gentleman is not more or less a
Prometheus? Who has not his rock, his chain? But the sea-nymphs
come,--the gentle, the sympathizing; ... they do their blessed best
to console us Titans; _they_ don't turn their backs upon us after
our overthrow.--_The Virginians._

Is not a young mother one of the sweetest sights which life shows
us? If she has been beautiful before, does not her present pure joy
give a character of refinement and sacredness almost to her beauty,
touch her sweet cheeks with fairer blushes, and impart I know not
what serene brightness to her eyes?--_The Newcomes._

This lady moved through the world quite regardless of all the
comments that were made in her praise or disfavor. She did not seem
to know that she was admired or hated for being so perfect, but
went on calmly through life, saving her prayers, loving her family,
helping her neighbors, and doing good.--_Pendennis._

She had a fault of character which flawed her perfections. With
the other sex perfectly tolerant and kindly, of her own she was
invariably jealous; and a proof that she had this vice is, that
though she would acknowledge a thousand faults that she had not, to
which she had she could never be got to own.--_Henry Esmond._

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