Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time.

no girl can permanently bolster up a lame-duck visitor, because these day it's every girl for herself.

One damn sure thing!—he wasn’t going to let them be rough with that Smith lad. He was a nuisance, granted, but he was a nice lad and rather appealing in a helpless, half-witted way.

the colossi whose huge legs our living pettiness is observed to walk under

Written By George Eliot

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