Isabel had been preparing for the passage of this bridge ever since she left Boston. “Never!” she exclaimed. She instantly closed her eyes, and hid her face in her handkerchief. Thanks to this precaution of hers, the train crossed the bridge in perfect safety.
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All luckiest or the unluckiest,
the healthiest or the sickest
All the loveliness that exists
outside of you, dearest is little
Amusing world, if you do not
refuse to be amused
At heart every man is a smuggler
Beautiful with the radiance
of loving and being loved
Bewildering labyrinth of error
Biggest place is always the
kindest as well as the cruelest
Brown-stone fronts
Civilly protested and consented
Coldly and inaccessibly vigilant
Collective silence which passes
for sociality
Deadly summer day
Dinner unites the idea of
pleasure and duty
Dog that had plainly made
up his mind to go mad
Evil which will not let a
man forgive his victim
Feeblest-minded are sure to
lead the talk
Feeling of contempt for his
unambitious destination
Feeling rather ashamed,—for
he had laughed too
Glad; which considering, they
ceased to be
Guilty rapture of a deliberate
dereliction
Happiness built upon and hedged
about with misery
Happiness is so unreasonable
Headache darkens the universe
while it lasts
Heart that forgives but does
not forget
Helplessness accounts for
many heroic facts in the world
Helplessness begets a sense
of irresponsibility
I supposed I had the pleasure
of my wife’s acquaintance
I want to be sorry upon the
easiest possible terms
I’m not afraid—I’m
awfully demoralized
Indulge safely in the pleasures
of autobiography
It ’s the same as a
promise, your not saying you wouldn’t
It had come as all such calamities
come, from nothing
Jesting mood in the face of
all embarrassments
Long life of holidays which
is happy marriage
Married the whole mystifying
world of womankind
Muddy draught which impudently
affected to be coffee
Never could have an emotion
without desiring to analyze it
Nothing so apt to end in mutual
dislike,—except gratitude
Nothing so sad to her as a
bride, unless it’s a young mother
Oblivion of sleep
Only so much clothing as the
law compelled
Parkman
Patronizing spirit of travellers
in a foreign country
Rejoice in everything that
I haven’t done
Seemed the last phase of a
world presently to be destroyed
Self-sufficiency, without
its vulgarity
So hard to give up doing anything
we have meant to do
So old a world and groping
still
The knowledge of your helplessness
in any circumstances
There is little proportion