I feel as long as he is down here I must be here, silently, secretly sitting beside him as I do every evening now, however much my soul is the other side, and that if Alfred were to die, we would be as we were on earth, love as we did this year, only fuller, quicker, deeper than ever, with a purer passion and a wiser worship.
— from Margot Asquith, an Autobiography - Two Volumes in One by Margot Asquith
I could not help but admire her, as I do everything else noble and easily understood.
— from Acadia or, A Month with the Blue Noses by Frederic S. (Frederic Swartwout) Cozzens
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