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I cast myself at her feet—Begone, Mr Lovelace, said she, with a rejecting motion, her fan in her hand; for your own sake leave me!—My soul is above thee, man! With both her hands pushing me from her!—Urge me not to tell thee how sincerely I think my soul above thee!
Samuel Richardson, Clarissa; or, The History of a Young Lady
The magnificent towers of the Castle were enveloped in garlands of artificial fire, or shrouded with tiaras of pale smoke. The surface of the lake glowed like molten iron, while many fireworks, (then thought extremely wonderful, though now common,) whose flame continued to exist in the opposing element, dived and rose, hissed and roared, and spouted fire, like so many dragons of enchantment, sporting upon a burning lake.
Walter Scott, Kenilworth
‘James will be his age in twenty years’ time,’ she thought, ‘creeping into my room at three in the morning to tell me of his latest scrape, and all this will be forgotten, and put aside, and perhaps I shall remember it suddenly, seeing James’s eyes and his eager face, and I shall tell him how I kept twelve men at supper until nearly midnight, so that the only man I have ever loved should escape to France and out of my life for ever.’
Daphne du Maurier, Frenchman’s Creek
Renée listened complacently to this mellifluous voice coming out of the shadows like an echo of her own dreams. With her eyes half closed, almost lying in her easy chair, she was no longer conscious of Madame Sidonie’s presence, she thought she was dreaming evil thoughts that had crept up on her to tempt her. The businesswoman kept up her prattle like the monotonous flow of tepid water.
Émile Zola, The Kill (trans. Brian Nelson)
‘Now what’s all this about,’ said Dr. Holmes in the most amiable way in the world. ‘Talking nonsense to frighten your wife?’ But he would give him something to make him sleep. And if they were rich people, said Dr. Holmes, looking ironically round the room, by all means let them go to Harley Street; if they had no confidence in him, said Dr. Holmes, looking not quite so kind.
Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway
The latter, as he left the room, bowed low, and, as he raised his body, regarded Amy with a peculiar expression, as if he desired to know how far his own pardon was included in the reconciliation which had taken place betwixt her and her lord. The Countess looked upon him with a fixed eye, but seemed no more conscious of his presence, than if there had been nothing but vacant air on the spot where he stood.
Walter Scott, Kenilworth
But let me tell you, that if my going up and sharing fortunes with you will prevent such a noble creature from stooping too low, much more were it likely to prevent your ruin, I would not hesitate a moment about it. What’s the whole world to me, weighed against such a friendship as ours—Think you that any of the enjoyments of this life could be enjoyments to me, were such a friend as you to be involved in calamities which I could either relieve her from, or alleviate, by giving them up? And what in saying this, and acting up to it, do I offer you, but the fruits of a friendship your worth has created?
Samuel Richardson, Clarissa; or, The History of a Young Lady
‘Time’s a funny thing,’ the Doctor mused, gazing with a strange expression at the girl who was painting the water-colour landscape. ‘Didn’t the business with the Monk and his pet chronovore illustrate precisely that point? The lives of every planet, every person and every proton are like trickles of water running down a window. Their courses may look fixed, but if you disturb them early on then they can trickle into another path entirely.’
Andy Lane, All-Consuming Fire
Who knows whether they do not exist to this day? And, indeed, is it possible they should not? For the awfulness of the deep woods, with their filtered green light, the creak of the swaying, solitary reeds, exists, and is Pan; and the blue, starry May night exists, the sough of the waves, the warm wind carrying the sweetness of the lemon-blossoms, the bitterness of the myrtle on our rocks, the distant chaunt of the boys cleaning out their nets, of all the girls sickling the grass under the olives, Amor - amor - amor, and all this is the great goddess Venus.
Vernon Lee, Dionea
It helped at times to gather the young around her and remember the persistence of the eating rituals, the daily timing - morn, noon and evening. That formed a reliable cement. She enjoyed watching her people. They were like a tide speaking of deeper things, of unseen forces and greater powers which persisted because the Bene Gesserit had found the ways of flowing with that persistence.
Frank Herbert, Heretics of Dune
David often lectured Tom upon the responsibilities of parenthood which annoyed Tom who considered himself to be a quite exemplary fairy parent. He provided generously for his children and grandchildren and only in exceptional circumstances had any of them put to death.
Susanna Clarke, Tom Brightwind, or, How the Fairy Bridge Was Built at Thoresby
Remorse, the fear of being surprised, the cruel joys of adultery, did not manifest themselves in her as in other women, through tears and dejection, but in even greater extravagance. Amid her growing distraction, a rattling sound could be heard, the sound of a wonderful, bewildering machine beginning to break down.
Émile Zola, The Kill (trans. Brian Nelson)
Sleep and I have quarrelled; and although I court it, it will not be friends.
Samuel Richardson, Clarissa; or, The History of a Young Lady
He pulled a paisley handkerchief from his jacket pocket and wiped his face with it. Then he screwed the handkerchief up again and dropped it on the TARDIS console. Through the distortion of the rising central column, the swirling paisley patterns looked like clusters of small leaves splaying out from a central branch.
Justin Richards, Theatre of War
The crape round the old man’s shabby hat, and the child’s poor little black frock, went to George’s heart. Go where he would he met confirmation of this great grief of his life. His wife was dead.
Mary Elizabeth Brandon, Lady Audley’s Secret
Did she not know its fate? All of those famous wines and dishes concocted to please famous conquerors - none survived unchanged. Something in humans (genetic memory?) responded to past subservience by adjusting flavours until they no longer were those the conqueror enjoyed.
Frank Herbert, Chapterhouse: Dune
A little interruption. What is breakfast to the subject I am upon!
Samuel Richardson, Clarissa; or, The History of a Young Lady