He was stiff and sore all over, and feeling braver in the light 'e stepped softly upstairs and opened the door.
— from Odd Craft, Complete by W. W. (William Wymark) Jacobs
Clotilda stood up and clasped his hand,–he turned round again toward the earth,–and she looked on him with eyes worn with weeping, yet tender, whose drops were too pure for this unclean world, but in those large eyes stood something like the terrible question, "Do we not love each other in vain for this world?"
— from Hesperus; or, Forty-Five Dog-Post-Days: A Biography. Vol. II. by Jean Paul
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